Before the Rain

Before the Rain

It was long before the rains came
Though clouds had covered her world
For quite some time
Knowing the storm was coming
Was not unusual
She listened to the voice
The one with all the answers
Most often…
Having insight of knowing
Could not prevent
The happening

Once upon a time
She shared the wisdom
Of the voice…
Most ignored her –
Some laughed –
Many of them
Wondered of her sanity –
But… in time
She was most often –
Well –
Humbly quintessential

But the rains did come
Perhaps the storm
Of a lifetime
Offering no second chances
To those who could not see
What stood before them –
Who could not hear
The sound of the tempest –
Who could not taste
The essence
Of destiny’s breath –
Who could not
The simple understanding
Of their own whispers

Once upon a time
She shared the wisdom
Of the voice
The one with all the answers…
Most often…
Having insight of knowing
Could not prevent
The happening


Beyond the Hungered Canvass

Clouds 1d

The colors all ran together
A masterpiece
To the floor
Like spilt milk
On yesterday’s dreams
Where rhymes
Are but a memory
And nary an open hand
Can rise
Above the quicksand
The masterpiece
Remains forever
In the thoughts of the artist
Conceptions of all that is beautiful
In hues
That only she
Has imagined…
She still can see
The heather fields
Beyond the hungered canvass
The sculpture still intact
On potter’s wheel –
But she is not here
To shine the light upon the palette
Nor to etch the crystal vase
With golden grace
Yet the masterpiece
She left behind –
Wrapped tight inside my soul –
Lingers softly in the twilight
Of forever………………………..


Poems Upon the Pond

Upon the Pond 1

There were poems
Upon the pond
Rhymes across the river
Vestal verses
Too close
To the fire…
Parchment singed
In the silence
Of words unspoken
Pens full of ink
Fractured by time
By human hands

Yet poetry still lingers
In the breeze
Through the branches
Of the willow
In songs
Of the sparrow
With the first blush of dawn

But love left in the rain
Has never rhymed
Without the sadness
Nor the madness
Of a poet’s heart
Left alone 
To linger –
In the silence


Fate still takes its breath

Fate still takes its breath

I suppose it doesn’t matter
If it rhymes
Life is full of circumstance
The hourglass of time
Though hands may sometimes
Reach across the veil to touch the heart
Is still the final work of art

I suppose it doesn’t matter
In the dawn
If yesterday stood face to face
Cross lines that had been drawn
Though eyes may see
Through painted glass in hues beyond the sun
Still takes its breath…
When day is done


Borrowed Time

Borrowed Time 3

I cannot lose the hope of breath tomorrow
While still another rhyme hides in the shade
Although I bide in time that may be borrowed
I’ll pen my dreams till dawn begins to fade

If I should lose the vision of the dawning
Yet still can feel the warmth of morning sun
Perhaps the vision found within the yawning
Will never leave the poetry undone


Remember the Morning

Remember the Morning

I still remember the mornings
When I would awaken
Ready to face whatever the world
Decided to send
My way
But now the morning always brings
The words I left
Almost as if I’ve had no words
To say
I left behind so many doors
Forever to remain
To hide the shadowed grace
From light
Of day
Now it seems through shards of glass
Reflections linger
Though hues of dawn
Mend the fray


Beneath the Moon

Beneath the Moon 1

It goes without saying
That I was wrong
I’ve been wrong
So many times
I have to wonder
What is right

Perhaps I have expected
What one would say
Was far too much
From those
Whom I’ve encountered
From the human race

I remember one by one
When they turned
And walked away
Frightened of the words
On the diagnosis
Perhaps they must have thought
That cancer
Spreads with just a touch
Perhaps their fear
Was far too deep
To grace

But I am not alone
In abandoned disbelief
While tides still
Come and go
Beneath the moon
For I can feel the hope
That lingers
Far beyond the sun
And touch the healing light
That heals the soul


The Dark Side of the Moon

Dark Side of the Moon

I feel more at home
While I wander here
In the shadow
Of the universe
As if unfettered
By my humanness

I can see the others
In the distance
Who have fled
Their mortal flesh
To escape their yesterdays
To avoid their tomorrows
To dwell in just one moment
Of the hush

I feel more at home
While I wander here
Exploring my ageless hands
By the light of Meissa
In the shadow
Of creation
As if unfettered
By my humanness
My mortal flesh
On the dark side
Of the moon


To Catch the Sun

My beautiful picture

I wasn’t there
To hear the chimes
At the end of day
I was standing
On the deck
Of a wooden ship
Casting faith upon the horizon
As if we were bound
To catch the sun
Before the darkness

But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Storms beyond Orion
Often linger in the wind
And in the minds of sailors
In their dreams –
But whispers speak
On wooden ships
In the depth
Of stormy nights
And sailors hear the voices
Neath the thunder

Though troubled seas
Can rip the planks
From neath a wooden ship
Sailors trust the wind
To bring them home
But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Inside the darkness
Yet sailors still find hope
To catch the sun