Monday, November 30, 2015


Always seeking fleeting rewards
For our evolutionary imperatives
We are machines of transient delights
And what we think to be a wonder
Is by the universe considered mundane
And all we may really do is explore
Why we think we may be special
Or else have to admit we are not
But we are way too arrogant for that

Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Across nights fair lawn
No silvered footsteps
Follow my heart home
Where there is no reply
Wait not for the day
It shall not return again
And crown in soaring sunrise
The dark is all we are given
To expend passion like beasts
Or if you must endure
This silence unequalled
Think long on this
We never said goodbye
Nor tasted again the rain
Icy pearls of hope and fortune
Swift to fall, swift to dry
Like life, fleeting and vain
Save for the memories
And may we take them
Let them water dreams
When all is stilled to loneliness
And be ever content
Or rail against all we have done
That it does not endure

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


Comes the loneliness of dusk
In the greyness of certainty
Upon ice stained paths
Set hard like diamond
Silver glass sat on iron earth
Below the timber bones
Distorted to stark change
Become arching, coralesque wood
Touching sky with skeletal filigrees
And behind the labyrinthine sentinels
Moonlight waters the new night
Then is drawn nights cold sabre
To cut us deep in icy parries
Pare away the skein of summer
From our flesh and bone
And this we name winter
We temperate chattels of Earth
Waiting for sunlight renewed
Sustained by scavenged warmth
From the carbon bones of antiquity

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Emily Dickinson

That it never comes again
Is what makes life so sweet
So live these honeyed days
In a great yet gentle earnest
And like the industrious bee
Visit every flower you may
And drain its sweetness dry
Drench the whole world in delight
For when comes life's account
You will settle it in full
In the tenderness you have stored

Saturday, November 21, 2015


There is beauty in humanity
Composures of eclectic variation
A consummate skill perfected
An enigma perhaps; but welcome
This variation upon our brutality
It hides within wooden cases
Trumpets from convoluted metals
Bellowed loud by exultant airs
If we have window to our souls
To gaze upon calm's reflectance
Music is the mirror revealing it

Thursday, November 19, 2015


Letters solidify across paper
Where the words should come
A script swimming in intent
Lessened by imaginations want
They stumble across punctuation
Fall upon hyphenated swords
Grammatical martyrs of lost tales
Battling to be told coherently
Our imagination should not sleep
Nor awake in a gentle wonder
Let it hunger for illumination
Rage for its understanding
Or all the words we may write
Are not worthy of the ink

Wednesday, November 18, 2015


There are happy tunes drifting upon the air
All the retailers have put them there
Sleigh bells and Santa with food and drink
All for just profit I must confess I think
It's a world gone mad to make us acquire
To fan greedy flames of increasing desire
But from this celebration ahead of its time
The Christmas spirit has its own timeless rhyme
And for all my intelligence I have no will
For the child in me wishes for Christmas still
It seeks no presents or tree to place them under
All it desires is to recapture all the wonder
So if you are celebrating before the holidays are here
Try to remember Christmas has to last all the year

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Though I am given this gold
Its currency is worthless
Watch autumn's fortune wither
Into the poverty of winter
The grey robe of sleep unfurls
And ever I wish for the sun
The fair kiss of warmth on skin
That pales in the slender days

Monday, November 16, 2015

Decaying Tears (2)

So do not let me dry these decaying tears
The sleek, salty pearls of prejudiced memory
They are waters of life in a world of mourning
And though time will take them away one by one
Never will it seize the gentle memories of you

So do not let me dry these decaying tears
These last exchanges of bittersweet hope
Waters of recollection that never falter
For I know I will discover you again one day
Though it be one silvered, decaying, tear, at a time

So do not let me dry these decaying tears
These jagged steel pearls of icy fortunes
On the wind there is still the scent of you
It flows across the pale lawns of my darkness
But I slip a little closer to you with each one

So do not let me dry these decaying tears
The drizzle falling softly on your photograph
They drown you, but they will never cease
Until we are found again floating in summer
Together in a new night having awoke reborn

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Decaying Tears

Sinuous, fluid markers of fate
They are the essence of me
I slip away a little with each tear
Yet they water my dreams
Irrigate bittersweet memory
Then dry to leave a trail of salt
But I will save all these days
With every decaying tear that drops
For each one falls because of you
Into a dappled, opaque, cascade
That pools into a shared sunrise
Where waters of recollection never falter
Nor fade, nor wither in my memory
It is sunlight through summer windows
Butterflies that alight on holding hands
And always it is the scent of you
The warm musk of conjoined bodies
That fell into nights and awoke reborn
Till life dried and stilled our beating heart
And I will discover you again
One silvered, decaying, tear, at a time

Friday, November 13, 2015


Ensnared memories of the past
Condemned to a ghostly afterlife
A discord now following a joy
For we do not see all that passes
Across our tall towers of memory
On these flowing winds of tribute
Swift to fly under pale windows
They sigh now; unremarked spectres
Sentinels of recollection to haunt us
For the images we keep and treasure
Of the people we never said goodbye to

Wednesday, November 11, 2015


It came to earth on a fast wind
Blown through woody sentinels
The last leaf has fallen in grace
And where else could it land
This final whisper of summer
It lies upon the fallen warriors
To cover richly in gold, the fallen
So sleep lions under watery skies
Rest in our tall towers of memory
No rainbow will guide you home now
But ever will memories be kindled
To flames of bittersweet remembrance
For to forget you, is to forget ourselves
Forget the life you have made for us
By the eternal sacrifice of yours

Thursday, November 05, 2015


And all our words repeat
Chime a timeless message
As they exponentially replicate
Birthing in multiple instances
We call new imagination
Yet these siblings of mediocrity
Weaker children of greater sires
Only become less subtle prose
In our expression of vanity
For what we may describe
Is but a mere luminance
Thoughts kindled by need
That takes its illumination
From all that was written before

Wednesday, November 04, 2015


A child's entertaining tableaux
And so fades Halloween
Like a dawn mist
That clears under a steady sun
And put away toys
The Wal-Mart chinoiserie
And let the imps sleep
Upon their candied hoards
Nothing sinister lingers now
Save their dreams of horror
And none ever see a real spectre
Nor vampire, nor werewolf
For evil is not so simple
Only after All Hallows Eve
Comes the greater horror
When humanity again holds sway
And then do we realise
Halloween is our one day of peace
For we are the monsters
And it is good to pretend
We are not

Someone put this glove in a tree for Halloween (funny and a little ghostlike)

Tuesday, November 03, 2015


Prostrate on ruddy earthy
Crumbling withered and spent
To rustle in voiceless loss
Under wide leafless boughs
Where sky may now be seen
What may come but rain?
Descending down trees
To chime and splash
Upon fallen leaves
And silence them to sleep

Monday, November 02, 2015


Autumn has made entrance
It moves upon the shorter orbit
Of a fleeing sun
Mist takes waking days
Weaving noble perishment
Repaints all in gold and russet
On the views we have known