Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Starlings Drift 1988

Hold still they never would,
Everything surmounts against that winters breeze,
Foliage released long before its tree,
Starlings in their playful diversions,
Drift about those auburn silhouettes,
As the winters light envelops the sky,
And the suns ever so shy,
Oh, those starlings games,
With their voices that imitate,
Even a seagulls search but without fate,
Suspend up there for me starlings and I will play,
To merely hold this brush it would seem,
With watercolors,
Please fill my dreams.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Dressed All In Their Snow 1983

Their liquid body’s heavy in nimbus space,
With drifting motions that create,
But are never to late,
In time they’ll release in a mizzle throughout,
Begin your descent I dare you to doubt,
It is the order from that place,
High-up in that atmosphere,
With the air so thin,
Birds would fear and never come to near,
You’ve all traveled among those beautiful white vapors,
Released for all the showers,
Formed within the hours,
You’ve fallen into winters clutch,
Its air mass frigid with hands,
Who would dare to touch?
They float and fly now,
Like fluttering white ice crystal dancers,
They will fall and dance for all,
Each unique and minuscule,
Their frozen molecules,
Geometrically designed for this time of the year,
Our breath chilled away,
But seen only on these days,
The land and everything touched by this flow,
As they have dressed all in their snow.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Eclipsed Shroud 2000

Glorious light shine into that hemisphere,
Only could I chance to seek this space to near,
I have touched those moist beams,
And mused so many times for its turn to gleam,
What is this captured flickering arches smelling of the sea,
Only the sea urchins and starfishes tight hold to the mantle for me,
We will lie bare and fill these pools,
Cavort for the seas maiden games and move,
Please let this tidal sense conquer us from that cold state,
Our warmed embrace of another sensual taste,
Oh, that Ocean Storm recurring back before the dawn,
Our shrouded tears have touched and not shone,
These textures no more but charcoal blooms,
It is merely an eclipsed emotions for whom.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Poppies To Remember 2011

How could anyone forget?

The falling never lived to know,

Many have lost one dear Soul,

Tyranny of power and cruelty never ends,

It is these wars which always send,

Soldiers' victorious and ever so brave,

Their spirits with us now;

As they are worshipped at those graves,

Another Remembrance Day of many solemn forms,

World Peace perhaps if they'd read a book of Psalms,

And now's the time of poppies dressed in red,

That we wear proud at our breasts,

For our many beloved dead.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Ever Seen the Faeries 2010?

Perhaps the gossips thought,
Captivating one another with loose lips,
Along those silent flower beds,
Tulips hold onto your secrets and dread,
Such impressive talk they wished,
These flowers with their magical hues,
Reds beaming and supple,
Creamy whites enveloping my dreams,
Nightfall please return to awaken the fliers,
It is their glow and wings mistaken,
To beautiful to capture and ever taken,
Secrets revealed once more,
Many times in that dark film before,
Below the muted landscape,
Sleep filled blossoms with meaningful shapes,
I adore your miniature forms,
Flutter about and before the dawn,
Those colorful shelters hold many dreams,
Its which ones imagining are too be deemed.