“the Rose”

The rose long since bloomed, droops wearily in a desert of hope swaying in the wind no longer proud or caring; Hoping once more for the rain to bring back the bloom. petals dry and fragile hang tentatively to the vine, roots unmoving; it waits – to no avail. Once it rained a second time, […]

“The Puzzle”

the old man pieced the puzzle together himself day by day, moment by moment until all the pieces fit but him. The train filled up slowly til all the seats were taken. When he tried to board the conductor said simply, “We’re full.” and the train left without him.  Flying standby at the airport all […]

“Summer Class”

  Hot muggy ugly syrupy sticky July day. “Humidity so thick you could cut through it.” Too good a line not to steal. Pontoons like silver fish glide through Blackhawk Lake My wife without me rides the wave Tall, skinny blond girl dives gracefully into the cool, smooth blue swimming pool without me. Lance serves […]

“The Big Red Brick Building” (poem)

  The big red brick building swallows children whole, day after day, and they all taste the same.  The big red brick factory shoots the children screaming down the assembly line, forcing them into the same shape painting them the same color, sewing their mouths shut, their eyes closed, adding computer monitors, so all will […]

“15th Round”

Forty eyes of blue and brown, and other assorted colors, come to spar each hour with the lack of what I know. Bored, excited smart and dull; they always come with bright Star Wars notebooks and strange shaped pens, anxious to jot down some note of wisdom, or failing that, to doodle Freudian images to […]

“Storm”

Dark, rain seeded clouds hung heavily with moisture over the distant line of earth.   Shifting winds of cooler breeze blew toward the just finished craft. He saw the gathering storm across the broad bow of the boat, although he knew it was there.   He was twice ready for the storm. The rains came […]

“Start Again”

never an end start after start nothing left behind like the green leaf of the plant long after the flower’s bloomed.   so start again pack the bags never quite empty find the trail nothing like you left it last   the geraniums bloomed near the sand then by the pond they’ll bloom again somewhere […]

“Darker Nights”

some nights are darker than others. this is one. not just the sad and lonely who are friends that visit often and often are welcome nor the feeling of invisible that old people feel when nobody sees us but each other.   I’ve felt rejection as often as rain. I’ve seen dislike maybe even hate, […]

“Soldiers of Stone”

  Soldiers of stone stand silent, alone; long, cold ranks guarding the ground where the new cut flowers lay; neither marching or moving, no wartime ways, Just statues of stone.   Epitaph  medals on their cold hard chests, moving memorials by those left behind.\ Chiseled cement uniforms made dull by dreary days in ranks swelled […]

“Soft, Night Songs”

what is it of late nights soft songs sadly singing regrets of things not done;   tomorrows of steps sideways if not back. waiting for the exhilaration of dawn and day     where the sun even on cloudy days paints some ridiculous thoughts of hope that tonight you’ll sleep suddenly, soundly with only the […]