A Place to Launch

Another phase, another type of platform,

A place to launch, a time to say goodbye;

A thousand things we meant to do, but didn’t,

The Fir-tree and The Catcher In The Rye


The literary lessons learned in losing,

The hopes of soaring ‘neath a brand new sky —

Another phase, another type of platform,

A place to launch, a time to say


vectors and infinity

signs and wonders all around,
portents of divinity;
summer moving forward is,
vectors and infinity

parasails in paradise,
storms within vicinity;
parabolic summer days,
vectors and infinity

riches shame,
lovers game,
there’s no secret
but the name
left alone,
by a throne,
broken free, with
none to own —

ocean plays a sorrow song,
taste of tears salinity;
you were right, so why so wrong?
vectors and


A Distilled Moment

He lost her long ago, he thinks,
And she was lovely, soft and sweet —
But somewhere there, amid the drinks,
She left and said, “I won’t repeat

This stupid hope I have that you
Will love me like you used to do.”
“It’s true,” he thinks, “that came to pass,”
Then pours himself another

if i could bring the moments back

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 your once smiling face.
enthusiasm pure and clear
in moments that i treasure now
that you have gone
and i’m still here

This is a prompted post.

todays / we sold

those thoughts we think but never say
like darkness on the edge of day;
till grief comes knocking on our door
and leaves us lonely, sick and poor

in seasons of our reticence,
mid symbols laced with sorrow —
todays we spend in timeless rue,
because we sold