She chose the colors carefully,
In rooms where neither would demur —
Their shades – deliberate, subdued –
Their passions
Never
Were
Tag: Character Sketches
a freedom dance
a sunny day
a freedom dance
another breath
a second chance
a world of love
and happy sound
with no one left
to drag her
down
To share is human:
A Month of Saturdays
Within a month of Saturdays
Along the walks of glee,
She set her pastel colors off
To find inerrancy.
She chalked one up for whimsy,
And another one for blues,
In gardens she drew on the ground
And on the avenues.
The birds and clouds all envied her
I know, I saw her there —
A month of Saturdays in one
With angels in
Her hair
To share is human:
Coholder
The city is his because
He is the city’s
He understands
The feel, the rhyme,
The pace
The city’s alive
And brings that life into him
It’s more than just
The idea of
A place
To share is human:
One Paradox Too Few
Unsettled thoughts upon a fair horizon,
A world made local and made better (far) —
A brave Demeter to some shy Poseidon,
With trembling measured by the millibar —
A shadow world that’s colorful, and brilliant,
A morning filled with frosted air and dew,
Two contradictions interlaced; resilient
But barred by just one paradox too few
To share is human:
Him Politic
When he discusses politics,
He will describe the views
Of others who oppose him;
Though, it seems, he might confuse
Exactly what they mean with what
He wishes they would say;
So he can then dismiss their thoughts
As foolish overplay
For what he says – viewed logically –
Just makes no kind of sense:
But being right’s not what he wants,
Just winning
Arguments
To share is human:
Stephanie
I still remember Stephanie,
The music of her hands —
The lyric autumn reverie,
The eyes apart from coterie,
That far horizons scanned
In Stephanie, the day stood still.
The seasons passed beyond her will,
And life was brief, but sweet —
The short years she was here with us:
One up- and one downbeat
Then Stephanie, my sober friend –
She let go of the fragile cord
That kept her holy essence penned,
And found her Springtime, in the end.
Her loving life restored —
Her aching spirit
Soared
