Impressions from Montmartre

Mar 16, 2012 by     No Comments    Posted under: Poetry
A station with a million steps
and a thousand swirling voices
crests into a living sculpture -
Ave Maria dances among the cobblestones
up the hillside to ballet with the bells
sax sex among the clouds -
“Un cafe, s’il vous plait,”
echoes from small tables and wicker chairs,
open doors and sidewalk leisures -
Tantalizing air trembles in the heat
stirring hearts of ancient dialogue
and creativity from the ages -
Inspiration – the muse,
Living, breathing, dancing here
Once again

Chasing Gold

Nov 27, 2011 by     No Comments    Posted under: On Life, Poetry

Ebony wheels race
Kicking up rainbows
On misty pavements
And I chase
Colored promises
For fruitless miles
Taunting, teasing
Haunting, pleasing
Casting off smiles
Before visions of gold
And shimmering luck
Dissolve into shadows

The Sun Rises Over Highacre

Nov 7, 2011 by     No Comments    Posted under: On Life, On Nature, Poetry

Light slides crisp
Over the river snaked land
Embracing gray ruins
In awakening blue
Frost-coated blades release tendrils
Nature’s first breath
Dissolving in day’s birth
And I watch from a window older than memory
Listening to footsteps of yesterday
Clamoring across aged wood floors
While voices lift from
Moss-etched markers, remnants
Of lives forged in battles and dreams
The valley lies below, stretched
Long in night’s last shadows, blending reality
And straddling time

Still Life

Sep 23, 2011 by     No Comments    Posted under: On Death, Poetry

Two lines on a stick

Families are told, joy fills for a small

Still Life

Hope breathes true

Then a flick of a wrist, a heartless picture and you’re gone

Still Life.

Frozen in black and white

In cruel brush strokes — this horror, this painting

My Still Life

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