Category: Poetry

Lateral dark stripes, conspicuous after the dull December gloom.

When things seem unfair, may my mind divert to this place, and travel there.

Milky cirrus slowly spoil the blue. Beneath, a gentle, chill, foggy air, caressing breezes brush our concrete honeycomb. Behind portrait windows, we forget our nature there. ~ Dazzling white, dull grey, and darker down, clouds falling weight toward the buzzing ground, branches lift upon the hills where horses stare. Rectangles light our faces, a landscape…

On rocky beaches boulders stand and shingle clatters down the age old slope, the arched waves hunch their shoulders, fall, and shingle shatters once again to land beneath tremendous roaring swell to drag them tumbling back without a hope, and far away the pouring spray is heard, and rumbling breakers on the sand. ~ Note…

Our world’s a ship, a steel Goliath carving forward softly through the icy sea, and somewhere far ahead the horrid berg, a lurking Monster, draws our destiny. And if the sighting cry of lonely terror marks the moment when we first take heed? Then jam the engines, force reverse, slam the rudders sideways, fight until…

Earth’s a ship, softly carving through the icy sea, Monster berg ahead. ~ Slam the rudders to the side, onward still the hulk will glide, and soon the futile, dreadful struggle. ~ We join the sparkling lights that dance upon the sea, slowly slipping down.

Sociability. Telecommunications. Solitariness.

Walk for the world, for the future light. Goodbye oil, smoke, chimneys and coal.

I sometimes feel swept away in a river, arms flailing, trying to stay afloat, drawn down and away from the bank where soft grasses and small flowers drift past, as my body passes rolling gently, impotent in its inundating powers. ~ I cannot see. There could be a kindly tree dipping a branch where my…

At the water’s edge, skimmers tracing thinning lines. New matryoshka doll.