Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Lillies at my door
Who are they for?
No name
What a shame
I'm allergic to flowers
They make me sneeze
So, what to do?
In lieu of taking them in
Give them to my neighbor
In twenty-two B
And say they're from me
Oh yeah! I like that idea.
I have some additional entries on this site as well, several other poems and one short story called The Homecoming if you are interested in reading them.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Hank and Henrietta
Hank and Henrietta
One dove sits quietly, patiently
In the Evergreen tree, waiting
Stretching her neck to see her mate
Come swooping down to meet her
They have come back every year, these doves
To our back yard meadow
Since they first set up house in our tree
Feathering and nesting young doves
And then, nudging them from their nest
To fly from here, and find their own place to be.
And though I don't always attend to
nature's curious signs
I cannot help myself this morning
When I see these two love birds
Back again on February 23ed.
They are the same two we now call Hank and Henrietta
Coming back every year
From the very beginning, from the very start
Showing off their love, loyalty and family
And giving me an "aha" moment I can clearly see
That natures models life, and teaches harmony
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Paradox of Man
This is by no means a new observation or a new question, but it is one that continues to plague mankind as it did my friend. Chris was always searching to understand this dicotimy, and though he could not find the answers he was seeking, he did experience the struggle.
Now, for Chris, the struggle is over but for us it continues. In the words of Michael Arlen, "there is one taste in all of us that is unsatisfied. I don't know what that taste is, but I know it is there. Life's best gift, hasn't someone said, is the ability to dream of a better world."
I welcome comment and dialogue about this observation.
Friday, August 13, 2010
A Dear Friend Gone
CHRIS
A friend of mine has passed away
And the loss is more for me to say
Than for him to lament
What now he does not know
How my heart sits low
With the loss of his smile and grace
Oh how he made me laugh
His presence was too loud
To now be gone
Gone now, gone for good
Lying dormant in the cemetery wood
Sometimes I hear his voice yet
Whispering in my soul
That sound that made him whole
And special just to me
He says he is not really gone
But my deepest sense
Knows our time together is no more
Yes my friend is gone....
No need now for seasonal clothes
Annoying exercise, and eating healthy foods
All that was spent when he went away
And now I hear him say
Take everything, my treasures, all my things
That made me Chris, your friend
And pitch the rest
I have no need for these
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And as I journey on
In all the days left to me
It will never be the same
I shall never see again
Those things we say together
In quite a similar way
Or enjoy as heartily
LIFE
Without him here
To share with me.
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I will miss you, dear friend.