Category Archives: Art

Saloon Magician

with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from Man’s Heart
or from Tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call

Chronodial

Forever never Born
Forever waggling It’s Hands
Forever propagating Fate

can be explain’d Time
only by Survivors from the Dead?
if Any there be
will It have Reason?
and wondering still
what All be that Reason?

Forever never Dies
yet realizes not It’s Immortality

Waiting Room

in the glittering Wake
of the Future
resides my Spirit

lighting my Way
across the mystic Sea
of Souls

that my whimsical Tomorrows
might toast
my favorite Goblet

and share only the Joys
of Yesteryears

            ‘Yor

Always Now

should Tomorrow waylay Thee
with Whispers from my Heart
‘Tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic Orb
from Night’s other Side
ne’er to be lost

            ‘Yor

Happy Mothers’ Day

          Mothers

from thy wombs
spring forth all futures

and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal

                      ‘Yor

New

New

Greetings, everyone.

After some months of trying to sell our “old” home for an almost even trade off for a “fresher” one, my wife and I have finally DocuSigned the last of an encyclopedia of paperwork and are ready for the big move.  We’re looking forward to the next normalcy at our new digs, although we will miss this neighborhood which has been benevolent to us for many years.  The next coming weeks should be a gradual resumption of my experience in the bloggers’ world.

      Anyway, you fine folks all have a Safe and Joyous Holiday and a Wonderful 2025.

                     Art

Seasons Divide

a bridge there be
where pays warmth
for coolth a generous toll
with fuax fur pelts
wintry games
inglenooks
and hibernations wild

for Mother Earth
Her pulse
Her breath
another rife testament
that She still lives

Mime (from the Time Capsule)

granite flesh in dream—
stir’d by voices
in peripheral eyes—
flinch and freeze
flinch and freeze—
blind palms to invisible walls
top to bottom
side to side
front to back
finding no way out—
despair’d back to stone
and frozen orbs—
till virgin curiosity approaches
nearer and nearer
only to gasp in brief horror
…at a wink