Listen & Observe (Spring)

A creaking door opens

Birds chirp

A solitary eastern cabin

Placed on an island platform

In the middle of a lake

Strings of bells chime quietly

The teacher yells at the young boy

It is time to get up

To sweep clean the boardwalk

Before we jump into the rowing boat

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Listen & Observe (Into Great Silence)

From the mist to the prayer

Rising and falling

Knock on wood

Patience comes calling

Quiet, stillness; silence jinxed

An identity parade

A single eye winks

I am seduced

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Row

Lavender fields steal away my resentment

Instead to reel off the whiled away hours

Wander among the rows of fragrant flowers

Shower the love; as once upon the coastal towers

Powered another kind of war

Loss of love, touched along the shoreline 

Unable to handle that which turns sour

The smitten intellect weaves away with power

Seeds planted in rough ground; scoured

Redefined in a clumsy kind of score

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Seasonal Ego

Yesterday the sun’s warmth 

Warmed my love of the world

Today grey skies & incessant rain

Reigns in my positive imagination

Photographs try to give momentary respite

Yet they throw out little thermal energy

For you I do recall the gentle Zephyr

Should you ever wish to return

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Life enhanced

Always with a surprise

Yesterday a kimono

A white fabric, hardy

And well hung

Your smile gives away your pleasure

Today and for a long time

A presence more than being

Softly strung

You get on and you keep at it

Whatever got you down

You got it, shook it

Worried it right out of town

In touch

With your sensitive senses

You mend those

Who broke, and fell apart

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle