A spiraling of evening light, A quick declension into dark; The murky and the recondite, A glint from off the curving arc — A staring, past the point of sight; About to finally disembark — A spiraling of evening light, A quick declension into dark. And though the leaf be fastened tight, The dying day … Continue reading "A Sunset Rondel"
The salt air in your nostrils, as The waves lap out their lullaby; The soul that is, is one that has A right to give up on the “why” For maybe, it’s not ours to know. It will, it must, it needs be so — The way we feel, but cannot guess, A pattern that … Continue reading "Rispetto By The Water"
How many angry words are too soon said? He reworks all of these, his long mistakes — They rattle and they stab inside his head; They gather into pools, and sometimes lakes. Escaping does not quite seem possible; The pools too deep, the lakes uncrossable — And so they form a sort of slow revue: … Continue reading "An Evening Sonnet"