December Thoughts

“The Christmas Gift” Your steps quicken as memories awaken as you journey home as you hurry home remembering the lighting of that face! There’s no sweeter place no finer gift glowing than your child’s shining eyes. Photo Source:  my daughter, 1957

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Ode to an Oak

There’s majesty of scene where grows the oak. You have more heart than most; my charming knight. The winds of autumn hasten now to choke but you resist the forest’s wintry blight. You’ll not allow cold earth to freeze your heart nor let the bitter breeze strip all your leaves. You are that stalwart made…

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Trifextra: “Choir”

“In Memory” The CHOIR mourns John Kennedy. The CHOIR sings of lilies free. The CHOIR longs for Camelot. Reverberates along the walls the City Book near tree-lined halls of Dallas streets a single bullet. (Trifextra Prompt: use single word of your choice 3 times.) (written for the 50th Anniversary of Kennedy Assassination 22 Nov, 1963)

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“The End of Innocence”

“The End of Innocence”   In Dealey Plaza, hear the choir mourn: “Remember him at death’s appointed hour”. In beauty as the flower, man is born as glory in his heart may give him power. But then, the madness of one man betrays that longing to transform and make men free. Too brief John’s life. …

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“All the Beautiful, Young Men”(2)

“All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the beauty of his sober eyes. At Omaha, it is his shining hour. The camera has caught the scene at sunrise. He’s standing in that moment of great power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of dawn. There is no turning back; no time to pause. His…

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The Heaven of Thirty-Three

(Source: Dreamstime.com   “The Heaven of Thirty-Three”   Where are the other Thirty-Two? Gone from this earth; alienated from this sod? I look within this dearth. Hear whisperings from this clod; my heart. Upon my soul is shod the Thirty-Third.   Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the…

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A Poem About Loss

“A Poem About Loss” She closes eyes and briefly takes a breath; remembers scent of him where lay his head. She covers up her face with sheet instead; remembers melodies before his death. She slides her hands along the silken cloth. She winces as the bed sheets now are spread into a layered box where…

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“Sonnet to Deception”

  3 :  skill in deceiving to gain an end craft and guile to close the deal> – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.wWhc5kh9.dpuf 3 :  skill in deceiving to gain an end craft and guile to close the deal> – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.wWhc5kh9.dpuf “Sonnet to Deception” This lover’s tale is one that’s beastly bold. His eyes are like a glowing, singing…

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