Swales Poems

Surrounding self with shells of snails,
You lie on warming shifting sand
Sifting through your open hand,
Adrift with tidal rifted swales.

Charting ebbs and flows of sun, 
Wisps of clouds reveal the show
That hermit crabs and sea crows know
And quietly your brain has...Read More

It was a fortnight and two days ago
when my spirit set adrift with the summer breeze;
wandering the four corners of this earth
trying hard my curiosity to please.

Searching out the very meaning of life
while wearing holes in the soles of my...Read More

Beaches are where breaches adorn like brooches
Waves curl up to breach the surface of sea,
Then break, plunging headstrong to broach on shore.
Wales and dolphins breach off the beach with spit and spurt.
Crabs and worms breach the sand with holes and...Read More

From high above and down below
Bewitching winds from Hades blow
That spread the river’s current thin
And drown with love unsinkable men;

Around they swirl and whisper lies
Of fabled lands where romance flies;
Paradise found upon a beach
Which but in dreams is out of...Read More

In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas,
Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes;
A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass
Cracks beneath footsteps of love’s promised lies;

Forgotten by choice through hell-flickered sight,
Confusion screams at a dead mobile phone,
Gripping slick sanity ever so tight,
Un-stabled by speaking to...Read More

Far across the hills and dales,
Ringing o'er the rills and swales:
Ever nearer, ever louder;
Ever dearer, gaining power.
Drawing hearts and minds to one;
Once sounded out, and once begun
Men cannot fail to hear her calling-
Solders freed from fear of falling.

Calling, crying to...Read More

A Man of Green
(Valentine’s Day)

Blast breathed, bob booted, fiercely tramping, he sweeps down upon the land, hard browed, frozen white, bellowing, 

Rude Boreas, the prince of winter, rages, the very rocks withering in his path, his power ultimate, the cold...Read More

The world cannot hate you but Me, it hates because I speak in that, it's evil ?
Yet yourself they shall also despise; for I have lifted you from her crib making you
Mine although their words smooth as butter, tongues devised;...Read More

Never wishing to wade into too much drama
As her ambulance rushes by; wailing and why..
Should one catch this spindrift adrift amid, their
Churning sea these swales, of ocean tide miseries ?
Zephyr's winds blowing through his shaded tree; roots
Risen through the dust...Read More

I wish that I just had my own road—
I wish that I had my own trail—
I wish the stories hadn’t been told
‘Bout how there’s now no range to sail.

It seems that all the land is now fenced
And there are no...Read More