Recollections in Moments of Tranquility

Dear Emily Dear Emily, do you still write Of loneliness--and bees? Do you upon some distant cloud-- The Angels--dare to please? And though Mortals loss--are you-- The Heavens precious gain? Would--for one more poems sake-- The King let you remain! Sign in to see full entry.

Nature Dressed As Winter Nature dressed as winter Plucked the petals from a rose, And in that field--once full of life, The least of these still grows. Where a single spot of crimson-red Now puncuates the snow, And persistently--despite the cold, Refuses not to grow! Sign in to see full entry.

Life, A Choice Life, a choice we make each day--to rise after we fall. Or to lie sadly defeated, tired of it all. But suffering is mankind's right, and he cannot be denied-- so it matters not the victory, but how valiently he tried! Sign in to see full entry.

Death Greets Us All Death greets us all, routinely, As a Porterhouse, a knife-- For saints and sinners all comply... What matters is, their life! Sign in to see full entry.

Hope The Robin swoops on gilded wings, And interpolates a word-- "Hope!" "Hope!" "Hope!" she sings, A song too seldom heard! Sign in to see full entry.

The Flower and the Bee It was quite a lovely wedding Between the flower and the bee-- And impressed me with its elegance And its sheer simplicity. So as the bee and blossom Exchanged their simple vow-- I graciously applauded, And they answered with a bow. But the honeymoon, though secret, Must have... Sign in to see full entry.

Candle A candle shortened by the years, Its streaks of wax, like beads of tears; Still burns, but with a timid flame, The light it proffers, not the same. Sign in to see full entry.

Nightmare That foul, recurring nightmare Rears again its ugly head-- And so I fear and tremble When retirring to bed. Knowing that with slumber I relinquish wit and will-- Till once again I'm rescued As the sun creeps o'er the hill. Sign in to see full entry.