Monday, July 4, 2016

4th of July

July 4th begins
 with memories of the past,
 hopes for the future,
 and a struggle to grasp
 the meaning of mid-summer.

As we get older
 feelings become bitter-sweet
 and July 4th more precious
 wondering where we'll be next year.

When darkness falls
 we all stare- up
 hoping to feel
 that magic again,
 or pretending to--
 our faces shimmering
 in the alternating multi-colored glow
 that expose dreams and fears
 leaving us wondering
 if we should be somewhere else.

When the fireworks subside,
we catch ourselves thinking
of next July 4th, hoping we’ll be in a better place.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Remembering Spring

The first spring shower

falls on a Midwestern inner-city,

as ghosts of April’s past

ascend again from crumbling streets.


In the suburbs,

the offspring catch the scent

and smile

 remember the grandparents’ dreams.


Back on main street

the ancient oaks still standing guard,

are given new life

and forsaken houses are reborn,

in the water's relentless purity.


With the rain

fresh buds are born again

 in a long forgotten backyard

where in summer

our grandparents’ barbequed with the neighbors


On this rainy spring day

the downpour washes away winter’s solitary memory,

and hope spirals recklessly out of control

and we remember eternity.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Sad Ballerinas

Sad ballerinas dance
in burning fields
all night long,
trying to forget
the people they love.

Writhing in ecstatic trance,
they move in perfect sync,
 a gift attained,
from endless nights
of unwanted practice.

All night, all night
they dance…
exposing wounds,
revealing hearts
and provoking
the disembodied souls
who weep at humanness.

Although no ever sees,
they dance, sensually,
all night long
performing to music
of forsaken dreamers.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Meditation By Candlelight

The stillness of darkened shadows

created of candle’s blaze

burn the sun’s core,

on an ordinary wall,

illuminating unspeakable truths,

shattering the shroud,     

attaining the sacred space,

 a sanctuary from the world

confined to ordinary senses.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Signs Of The Season

“When you see these signs occurring
know that summer draws near.”

The sleeping tempest,
rising for its season.

  wind swirling wisps
no beginning and no end,

  Thor hurling his hammer
 thundering a warning, he is near at the gates...

the whole green earth swaying upward
crying-out for the life-giving rains...

it is the time
for earth to roar again!

The Cranes ©

One by one,
baffled mourners
drifted back

toward fragile sanctuaries,
leaving her alone
to gaze the abyss
of freshly churned earth –
where the once beautiful body lay
beginning the slow passage
back to dust.

As she knelt
craving his presence,
Apollo blazed West
meandering to destiny
threatening to leave her alone
in the land of night,
where nocturnal creatures
dwell ominously therein.

But she remained faithful,
still at one with him,
her humanness
causing signs
in the heavenly places,
provoking the servants
to summon the cranes—
to break the veil,
their startling appearance
and poetic laments
letting her know
she was not alone,
giving her strength,
to rise from her knees.

As she drove off
into night –
the cranes followed,,
flying around and around—
until the cemetery’s gates
clung shut behind;
but now, she knew
he would be with her,
all the days of her life.