The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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For Johnny

  (Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows, they intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…

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Remember Us

“Remember Us” Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost or blips upon a monitor turn long old memories are flown with deadly cost: as quarks may separate eternal song. The picture caught though words may flutter by though hole is in my net and so I sigh. A set of words surround my broken…

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The Morning After

  “The Morning After” Push open all the doors to house at five. Breathe deep_ the morning air; keep lungs alive. A birthday celebration leaves its claim; confetti on the sofa_in the drain. We held the starry night so drunk with love but now, in morning light, squint eyes above. The dying ash in fireplace…

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Martin’s Dream

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr. Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through the darkest scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels…

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“The Sitting”

Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time) “The Sitting” The lady yearns for briefest rest held captive by the artist quest. A simple pause; her smile beguiles. Her almond eyes belie the lies. Mid curve of  lips, a cautious glance. But youth is harmed; so brief the dance. And, stealthily, her feelings flee. Her cries…

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“DaVinci’s ‘Mona Lisa'”

It’s all about her look; a placid guile. We know her well; that enigmatic glance. Suggestive are her lips; a warmth of style. She teases us; her eyes a bit askance. A reticence enhances lady’s charm. Anticipation in his mind may leap. Expectancy has power to disarm. A popular diversion pastimes keep. The world still…

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Communication

Habitual, at end of day he comes to talk. His dark, brown eyes are piercing me: “I’m ready for my lesson, please.” And, so, our game begins. I mouth the dark, black, circled ‘ohm’. Inspired, the terrier in him ‘tempts guttural with teeth and tongue He must repeat, now, what he hears yet issues forth…

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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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