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Plagued By Memories

...I thought the layers of dust had settled
over what used to be the togetherness of 'us,'
and buried were our last tarnished traces.
But today, I found your pictures in an album
and my emotions sta...

Moment

..."Too often we don't treasure the value of a moment 
  until it's becomes a memory."          ~ by poet


In a melancholy moment I painted a sad portra...

Autumn By Straw Light

...Between the reaching shades of tall trees
copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire,
ghost flames
burnish the slow stealth of evening.

A translucent straw-light
seen only through the thumb hole 
of ...

Remebering the Root

...Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.

A memory rocks me gently
    in its timbered embra...

Frosty Flurries Flourish

...Where frosty flurries flourish
Sailing silver clouds stop,
Driving drips do nourish
Where would-be rains drop

Above a timbered tundra land
Laden lumber under showy snow,
Pretty piles of icy i...

A Quiet Fury

...A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earth...

Soul Roots

...Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing hous...

Arboreal Conversations

...The woods have been gathering here
for long generations,
they have their own arboreal language,
a nocturnal patois
ground out by layers of ligneous skins.
The language is arcane,
it arrives fro...

Evening Fry

...A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was...

Living Forest

...A living forest,

Where chirping birds chorale and

Butterflies whispers,

Beyond my styled wood door, and 

Timbered home of nailed panels.


2019 September 18...

Deadwood

...A living forest,

Where chirping birds chorale and

Butterflies whispers,

Beyond my styled wood door, and 

Timbered home of nailed panels.


Date: 04/28/2019...

'and That Is What Love Is To Me'

...A fever in the midst of a winter chill;
a shiver in the heat of the summer sun-
For love is not a choice but the kismet
of undeniable passion and kindness.
And that is what love is to me-
th...

Beautiful Halves

...You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 ...

Pacific Papa Pedals Perspicacious Persiflage Panacea

...the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they 
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation 
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled

...That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled

Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.

Where rests now...

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