Absent is my love
And now it is mine to yearn.
Gone as the migrating dove
Not to return, my love.
Though I see her in clouds above,
In fact, everywhere I turn,
Absent is my love...
Now it is mine to yearn.
A PC
Triolet
A void to protect the
self-esteem.
It's too painful to have winners.
Everyone should make the team.
A void to protect the self-esteem.
An all-way tie—that's
the dream.
Insisting on winners is for sinners.
A void to protect the self-esteem.
It's too painful to have winners.
Who is in
the Mirror?
She does not know day to day
Whose image she sees reflected.
Her mind slips and gives way.
She does not know day to day.
Old friends never know what to say
Fearing they will, again, be rejected.
She does not know day to day
Whose image she sees reflected.
Lobster
Boats
Lobster boats at anchor sway
To the rhythm of the tidal swell.
Waiting for another work day
Lobster boats at anchor sway.
Dancing on the surging bay
To the sound of a plaintive bell.
Lobster boats at anchor sway
To the rhythm of the tidal swell.
Spiders
Toiling through the moonless
night
Preparing for snacks on the fly.
Spinning their web under the light
Toiling through the moonless night.
Giving passer bys quite a fright
waiting for a meal by-and-by.
Toiling through the moonless night
Preparing for snacks on the fly.
Not Sterile
Glass
Ornamented with a grand
facade
Buildings from a long gone era.
More storied than Scheherazade.
Ornamented with a grand facade.
Backdrop for a downtown promenade
Architecture for a tiara.
Ornamented with a grand facade.
Buildings from a long gone era.
Triple
Canopy
You are mesmerized by the
green
Under the triple canopy.
No other color can be seen
In all that mesmerizing green.
It is a primordial scene,
All you see is forest and tree.
Completely mesmerized by green.
Surrounded by the canopy.
Waves
Rip curl crashing ashore
Frothing in the moon light.
Subject of poem and lore.
Rip curl crashing ashore
Endlessly evermore.
Shifting sand—awesome
might
Rip curl crashing ashore.
Frothing in the moonlight.
The
Landlord
I want to be left alone.
I want to be the center.
What I want I keep unknown
For I won't leave you alone.
I love to give you my moan,
To me you're just a renter.
I demand to be alone
but I must be the center.
Late Night
Streets
On the streets after midnight
is an interesting crowd.
Some people are a real sight
daring the streets at midnight.
Others are really a fright
discomfort for the high-brows
still strolling after midnight.
What an interesting crowd.
Imagery
A poet sees with
his eyes
and then shows us with his heart.
Though he is often thought wise
for the things seen with his eyes
he shows with out compromise.
Causing imagery is art.
Making us see with his heart.
Northampton
National Bank
Four columns
three stories high
support the doric facade.
Their magnificence gone by
those four columns just so high.
They're so pleasing to the eye.
In modern times they seem odd.
The four columns reaching high
holding up the stone facade.
Anita
She is old maybe
beyond her years
traveling the streets pushing her cart.
Her eyes show many of us our fears
of living, perhaps, beyond our years.
Yet she shows her dignity not tears.
Having little—she
shares from her heart.
She has witnessed so much in her years
traveling with keepsakes in her cart.
Tempus
Fugit
TIC TOC the
relentless clock
pushing on—never stopping.
Gear and pinion interlock.
TIC TOC the relentless clock.
Lasting another epoch
your never ending mainspring.
TIC TOC the relentless clock.
On and on without stopping.
