Modigliani Pause

Painting: Modigliani. So, we must laugh before that day may come; before that twilight leaves us little choice when both will mourn our last day in the sun when colder silence muffles all our voice. Yet greet me now; be kind before the fall. Accept our hours together precious few with no resentment for each…

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The Garden

The Garden Imagine all the love our lives enclose ¬†if placed within walled garden’s memory. There gently falls the rain where grows the rose as droplets tremble in the wind and flee. A wondrous world with rain-bowed colors blown ‘neath places in the sun where true things grow. So be our rose whose petals now…

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“There May Be Dragons”

Photo by Jacqueline Casey There may be dragons in that soul-less flight where harpies; ¬†hovering aloft her bed, born of a spell that chills the wicked night and winters in her heart some unknown dread. There may be dragons in the hate-filled gloom: a whistling as the icy wind now drones. As thundering is heard;…

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“She’s Gone”

When he’s here, I’ll not be there. Everyone knows I’m a coward who’ll refuse his foot-in-the-door. I’ll pull the shades turn off the light throw the chain-bolt. I will be sneaky as he is punctual.

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