Archive | November 2013

Captured Dream

Iridescent stars
Beyond imagination.
Heights and depths of life.

Mountains piercing clouds,
Valleys of darkness,
Between these we live.

Colors of silence,
Sounds of fragrances.
Now content with peace.



Lament of Death

The deadly virus awoke very early this year.  It yawned and stretched then battled for shelf space and won.  Halloween was smushed.  No more sugar high to celebrate.  The gun went off on All Saints Day and the race was on.  Everything was elbowed, shoved and stomped on until it hit the famous speed bump, ‘Thanksgiving’.  A couple of hours to gorge on turkey and the trimmings, a short nap then back to the stores.  The orgy of spending increased whether there was money in the pocket or not.  Ah,  we can always take it back so we can pay the rent.  People became more desperate to buy before there was nothing left.  Retailers accommodated the virus hoping for a few more pennies in the till. The orgy of Greed, the new celebration.  Holidays die.  The war on them has won.



The Sower III &IV


Broken scattered straw,
Frozen in time the walls shrink,
Slivers of light burn.

Stillness like death
No longer watching, waiting,
Eyes glazed while lying,

Silence loudly creaks.
The seeds patiently sleeping,
Birds scream for water.

No shade to be had
And time seemed to be dying,
The sun standing still.


Papa! Papa! Clouds!