Just not the famous one. The one who would have liked it Would have tastes second to none. He’d love the river and the mills, The green and woody rolling hills; He would like, I guess, the rain Which is, these days, my morning pain. And if Tertullian was mayor I think he’d see, from … Continue reading "Tertullian Would Have Loved It Here:"
if I could bring the moments back, the pictures frozen there in time, we would be laughing in the snow that now falls only in my mind. for you were lovelier than all this cold and wintered heart has known; and i can see, unfaltering, the love and grace that lately shone from out of … Continue reading "if i could bring the moments back"
The cost of living shackled...
The sun is setting, I must wait For somebody to rescue me; My memories, both slight and great Won’t do, in any small degree The service of empowering me. The courage that I sorely need Is distant as the Summer sea; And I’m unsure how to proceed — But yet: entombed and vacillant It is, … Continue reading "Inhumation"
To give me all I want.
Whenever family heartbreak came The problems big or small; We all would call my Aunt Diane Who could sort out them all She didn’t know of hatred and Advice she gave but spare; But all of us would go to her And she was always there I reached an age, however Where I would stand … Continue reading "Aunt Diane"
Why nothing is exactly everything.
Across the wasted landscape bare There is a dry dark falling: The last cloud burnt up with the sun And no more birds are calling With joy, or even sadness, for Some mate or friends who’ve died: The world is fading everywhere And so am I Inside = = = = = (..)