04 Monday May 2026
Posted in poems
Today is a wish.
A halfhearted promise of escape
from the dark swan of ambition.
From all the contrived hopes and desires
that scaffold the cell of my heart -
the tight red center of my body
where nothing more is needed,
no artifice of a public life,
only the strong sweet warmth
of the private life –
the solitude of a landscape painting,
a single detached patron
at closing time.
It was the impossible indigo sky.It was the yellow dust of sunlight.It was the blank moonlight on her skin.It was …
The Artist Looks at NatureIt carries the weight of perspective.The observer both central and oblique.At once precise and fanciful – …
ShovelerA storm brews just out of reach.You clear a space for it.Open, solemn, awake to brevity.The in and out of …
DaybreakMorning lifts as the sun dials itself over the horizon.The usual suspects appear -coffee, meds, breakfast, Hell, Heaven, the point …
Is there something between the lines?An answer, formula, or, the source of our regrets,that does not wish to be discovered?Sure, …
Today’s architecture is the skeleton for tomorrow’s skyline.It happens even as we cannot see it.Change, a quiet immensity,will one day …
How much clarity is required?The light through the window tantalizes an answer,if I could but read the tattoo of its …
Learned Too LateDon’t wait for it to happen,by then, it already has.Already, bones turned to dust,the ash of who I …
In the dark now.Power comes and goes.A battery is borrowed time.But here, the happiest place on earth,there is a lottery, …
Poetry on the run 