The Shield Over the castle fireplace lays a sturdy but mangled shield The shield is worn, cracked, and scarred Its planks so warped, they look like handholds The wood shield
Category: Poetry
Small circular stars sit and twinkle in the sky; thinking, blinking. The small white sun grows brilliantly turning and growing in the atmosphere red and orange. Visions of arrant ruby
Beyond the Mirror During your time on this planet, while participating in this earth school Remember the days when you looked in the mirror not knowing your own face. You
Taking a simple walk The smell of sand and rocks Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass Why walk when you can run? Why run when you can fly? But don’t
My search for truth is frustrated How often have you played the lyre? The role of the goddess changes until there is a heartless soul, then nothing – same song
I suddenly understand that you are not sweating from my body and I start to remember the way you squeezed me so close to your hips, to you. Your body
The summer days turn into nights And summer nights dissolve But keep breathing The seasons roll by and summer returns. In, Soft edges of golden light, Float through your chest
Something takes a part of me when I see you Old, almost forgotten demons haunt me And I see that you are not alone But you never see me when
Iraq is in the prayers of the world, while America is burned and shot down. The untouchables sell their Indian goods to Katie and Jocelyn. Communicating across cultures Bush-isms preach
Tick, tock; the echo of the clock the chiming, rhyming repetitiously against the hour it’s white elegant face, round and smooth, yet, counting away life’s pleasures steadfastly. The clock reminds