Monday, June 23, 2008

June 8, 1992 - On the Beach


If ever a time to mourn be here
Tis now, alas, today

I fear,

My youth be gone, a weary trail,

of hopes and dreams
that near all fail.

Careless moments, still so clear

Wasted, wonted
all on fear.
The past renewed in dreams de jour

corrected, perfected


Waste not another day go by

Get up and live

and do not cry,

Of times gone by your weary head

Count ye blessings

now, instead.

Midlife is ne'er a time to cry

Get on with it

before you die.

Sunday, June 22, 2008


a spurious cry
of despair
and pain
with blame
and fault,
born of greed
and speculation
without warrant
of trial
or counsel
only to break
the bond
of trust
once again.

Saturday, June 21, 2008


fall from the blossom
to the ground
and rest beside the seed
of its womb
to nourish
and strive
in the sand
for another life
of splender
and breath
surviving only
for the sake of beauty
and truth
and fragrance
of a flower.