Category: Human Condition


It’s
the thoughts,
they keep streaming
like when I’m dreaming,
patterns of things to come,
glowing, jubilant
chorus of trees, singing-
mountains wailing,
thunder, in
the bed. Flying
this kite, attracting
rainbows and light-
troubles ahead,
reel them
in, these
fish, I’ve
caught, collect
them all,
with
just,
a
jot-
Then,
letting them
go,
poooof,
they melt,
just
like
snow.

broken, fractured
words, images-
reflecting red-
blink, blink, blink
off shiny, wet
tarmac, watching
blues shift,
speed away…

magenta, no-golden-
skies, blues
abound, grasping,
pulling, painting
this canvas, read-
thoughts, scattered

Waves of the
Danube whispers,
tumbles, from
golden bells,
davenport
dreaming
still, hear
the screaming,
gulls, over
head, swooping,
plucking, each
new word,
from
this
head.

Love’s cost

I gladly pay,
for each wonder-
filled day; of
sorrow borne,
cheerfully, I
mourn-
to have
known,
sunny days,
wily ways,
tossing
joy, sharing
pain,
treading
through,
this day,
of rain.

how I feel
your pain,
through so
many miles,
penetrating
my core,
pain, so
deep
shatters
mountains,
uproots
trees,
and
brings
me,
your
dear friend,
to
my
knees.