Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Gaffer

Beauty from fire
Glass is created

Generosity from
Adversity wealth

From poverty is
A true reflection

Water swirling in
Myriad direction

Giving purpose
To random acts

Of life


Thursday, August 2, 2012


Listening to the night’s
Wild heart beating like
A mother can’t wait for
Her children to awaken
Pacing along the high
Way along the railroad
Tracks in metronomic
Drone impatient ‘midst
An enveloping darkness
With an urgent desire
For light cradled inside
Its dew soaked breast
Dawn approaches as a
Burned out filament in
A cloud soaked bulb a
Straight line in a bent
World cannily ignorant
Of Nature’s insistent
Voice & yet so oddly
Enticed by its deadly