The Olive Table

You tried to tell me many times;
I know that now —
‘Twas just so much inveigling
To me

Why you kept on, I wasn’t sure;
I did my thing —
I’d made my choice, and I’d be fine –
You’d see

And while at nights you worried, I
Was unconcerned;
I squandered my own life, you
Knew the cost

The olive table, where you sit, is
Teeming now —
For you are there, and I am
Here, and lost

  The voice that I deflected, heard annoyed,
  Is gone. There’s just the morning birds
  And void

Welcome, Love

A Sojourn

Welcome, love, it’s time to see
The price of our mortality
The fare we pay to take this ride
Where every comfort is supplied
To lead us to believe a lie
We’ll live this life, and never die

From birth to life, and life to death
We breathe but just a single breath
In time unsullied, lost in space
To run continually in place
And sometimes see a glimpse above
And say, in pausing – “Welcome, love.”

A New Day’s Year

There comes a time the frost must fall away;
Sometimes the thaw is difficult and slow.
Though night be cold, and bitter be the day,
With snow and rain, and cutting winds that blow,
The sun will work its magic, even so.
Remember when the ice your feeling numbs:
The heat will come. It will. It always comes.

I stood out in a field of many stones.
The trees were frozen white on every side;
Familiar family names, and some unknowns,
Through tears that froze before they ever dried.
So little life the words there could provide:
Of what and where and who all these had been,
These unknown women and forgotten men.

I looked for one, and found him on a hill.
A handshake firm, a strong and steady gaze,
A tender heart withal an iron will,
And ready with encouragement and praise
For fighters of the family fight, always.
The long winds blow, they blew him to this place;
Asleep now in this high and frigid space.

To know of life, we have to know of death.
It seems so cruel, but that is how things are:
The careless, one day, struggling for breath,
The poor unfortunate, the superstar,
Alike in this. We all end up at par.
And it can all seem vanity, and smoke —
A tragedy, or maybe one big joke.

There comes a time the frost must fall away;
Always the thaw is difficult and slow.
Nights will be cold, and bitter yet the day,
With snow and rain, and cutting winds that blow.
The sun will work its magic, even so —
Though tears may freeze before they ever spill,
The heat will come one day.
I’m sure
It will



Photo credit : ID 62364939 Mulikov |

Video credit : © Denys Kovtun |

Ruin In The Woods

Ruin in the Woods

Hollow falls the echoed step
Through the path that is my way
Where nobody ever travels
Towards the end of dying day

There upon a household ruin
Sits the fading hope of them
Who once thought to build this castle
Amongst moss and root and stem

Far away from pallid cities
Fast removed from urban strife
Vanity is still in action
Ruin comes to every life

As I gaze upon this tower
There to build a life around
I connect with those who built it
Just to see it

Love’s Last Labor

He worked until the day he passed.
A man his children barely knew;
His son and daughter came back home
To do whatever they could do

And out there where he’d left it last:
The old truck that he’d always had –
They sat and watched the sun go down
And traded stories of their dad

What do you say about someone
For whom to speak was rare?
Who never showed his tenderness
Or gave a sign he cared?

But in the glove compartment, there –
Three pics of long duration:
Of their two parents’ wedding day
And their, each, graduation

He’d carried with him all these years
Since they had moved away:
They realized he was proud of them
He just could never say

The sun goes down in silence as
The darkening night forbids —
But love’s last labor knows the truth:
Their father
His kids



One last stop before I go:
There’s a place I’d come to know
From some movies that I’ve seen,
And it’s called
“The Boneyard”


Where old aircraft come to die
In the desert, side-by-side,
To be retooled, or maybe
Scrapped for parts

But here dignity is lying,
The magnificence of flying
Lingers after
Stillness hits
The heart