Category Archives: Poetry

Beak through Creed’s Egg

‘tis there?
there ‘tis today–
after years–
the forces of concrete and prayer
clashing with coincidence–
till shone the holy rock
like a pleasant sun

all because the pleas
were reply’d–
not always to the fullness
of the hope–
but nonetheless reply’d–
that another ear dwelt
in some abstract region

a challenge to a newer war–
being belief enough
versus th’ unsociable sloth,
whose tongue be mostly paper

Darkness Speaks

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this morning

the sunrise warm’d my skin

my feet and hands puddl’d along the shore
o’er the last breath of each wave

my fingers tast’d of salt

the fragrance of the sea and barbecues

the melodia of seagulls and swimmers

such was Today’s shape of my perpetual night
that only a Blind Woman like myself
can digest

and be uplift’d
to a smile

Collision of Thoughts Unthinking (06/23)

Myself Sown
    In
Mystery’s uberous Womb:
Fertilization
    of
Void and Benumbment:
    Motion:
Polyembryos of Time…
Final Prelimit = Eternity
“… at Infinity’s Door
    Abandon’d…”
Farewell, dearest Knowledge!
Greetings,
U
                N
                 K
                   N
                     O
                       W
                         N
                                   Knock!
                                   Knock!

Memorial Day 2023

young USA
garb’d in grad gowns
of campaigners—
some tearfully etch’d
upon the DC Wall—
others bearing witness
to today’s handshakes—
everyone glad it’s over
…at least There

I’d like to honor the memory
of PFC Peter Alan Gruca,
who graduated Marine boot camp
in March of 1969
and was a casualty of the Vietnam War
in November of the same year.
He died serving our country
at the young age of 19.

Semper Fi

(photo courtesy of the Wall of Faces)

Passion Key (from the Time Capsule)

fronds of amethyst spellbound
by a fragrance from heaven

whins of sapphire tittering
on a clear night

tendrils of turquoise in song
to a warm heart

the ruby of a rainbow the star
of a summer’s rain

it is You

Sloop

wide open sea

overcast

a breath of breeze

whispering tide

not a craft in sight

just her and I

relaxing under our sails

taking it all in

embracing this moment

One Portrait of Love

love is not just a pretty face
it is an aura that beckons love
love of nature
love of life
desire for everyone to love
to share love with th’ unlov’d
real love is not imaginary
sense the love within my heart?
then love me to know
your love is also real

Someone’s Perfect Spot

a couple of arboreal neighbors
sharing a daytime scene—

hearing Nature’s tongue
an avenue of rippling voices
cheerful expressions
their sisters joining in the fast lane
making wishes to go on forever—

away from honking brake lights
away from cement
away from the Cloud—

hoping for Today’s twin
be Tomorrow