I keep a stash of poetry fragments where the poems have escaped me (slippery things.) and stumbled in the beginning of this one. It decided it needed to be finished so here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. A tiny print upon the sand Slowly fills with water. Wave wash away the lonely… Read More Waves Upon the Sand
As often happens, a friend said something that stuck in my mind and turned into this. I hope it lifts your spirits. We are meeting on the other side of midnight Though the dawn’s still far away We are looking for the future bright, For naught can stop the day. We are turning to our… Read More Past Midnight
Being a veteran, and this being veteran’s day I should do something veteran related. So what comes to mind? Gryphons in Scottland from the perspective of a child of indeterminant age. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. The Gryphons play in Aberdeen Where such creatures are rarely seen Amid castles, steeples,… Read More Glimpses of Gryphons
The future comes, it will be what we build. The waiting now is over, There is work yet to be done. The building and the making Are never easy won. O, Lift your eyes to heaven Set your feet upon the path Turn your hands to the labor What e’re the aftermath. The storms still… Read More The Day’s Labor
Some hope on what is likely to be a stressful day. I wrote this Sunday but it seemed appropriate for today. The light is ever burning It cannot be laid low. It shines through every darkness Bringing hope with its glow. Do not fear the darkness It cannot stand the light Even as the dawning… Read More Do Not Fear the Darkness
