Mem’ries spiral outward, each drenched in love and pain,
Hope running through one and all as a strong vein,
Each interconnected by spiderwebs fine
Dipped in vinegar-honey and soaked in wine.
does not belong
A soldier’s dying breath, iced by the crisp evening air
Caught in a flask of fresh blown glass
Hid deep in the dragon’s lair
Lullaby sang in Cortos
“Softly softly lay thy head
Down upon thy cotton bed
Sleep now sleep now child of mine
Guarded by the Hand Divine
Let thy mind now wander free
Through the autumn apple-trees
Light upon the boat so small
Row on down the waterfall
Drift on down the living stream
Set thy bow for the Ocean’s dream.”
(Cortos is a fictional country in my most recent novel Tears and a Starlit Sky)
my attic
Tread careful, curious one
Upon these dusty floors
It has been an age and more
Since a soul came through this door
And saw my heart undone
Moss and Cobblestone
My first attempt at a Sestina
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Grief is a ghost in the bathroom
As you brush your teeth
A glimpse in the mirror
A memory stirred
And pain no one should endure
Frost on Golgotha
Morning slowly dawns
Creeping o’er the hills
Light casting shadows long
Upon the Place of the Skull
Where God died for salvation
And prophecy to fulfill
The Taste of a Soul
An abandoned lover
Weeps for missing the taste
Of his sweet darling’s
Mouth upon his
In the human dance
Known as romance
But the taste of a kiss
And the taste of a soul
Are never the same.
Each hold power
To a weak conscience
Swiftly devour
I feel like
I feel like a mother
Watching these children grow
Nurturing them, kissing their brows
And laying them down to sleep each night
I feel like a father
Directing the children in their way
Watching them learn and grow day by day
And teaching them how to respect their mother
This chest is too small
And my heart is too big
For it to hold correctly
And it strains my muscles
And bends my ribs ajar
With its constant beating
Like a hummingbird in wing