Shallow waters seldom hide the blackened sand below
Rocks and land, erodes in tides, defiled by ebb and flow
The calmest waters, clouded up, by a river built on lies
The purest shores, shrouded over, engulfs an isle that cries
The years weep past, the time goes by, the waters seldom turn
Every second bleeds, through wasted lives, the oceans start to burn
As memories close an...
Tuesday 11th August 2020 8:25 am
"... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...
— John Donne, Meditation XVII.
Saint Christopher Bell
We seem to be collectors
of memories and junk,
piles of the stuff;
both kinds lean against damp walls
in self-support, waiting
finding little but ...
Thursday 19th October 2017 10:19 am
This is my return to the submissions list after seven months of travel, during which I was often either incommunicado, or almost so. Technical wizardry does not always work as advertised. I do not seem to be able to suppress my historical bent.
Part One: Defiance
A land made soft
by Heaven's tears, cried
thru' blankets hung aloft.
Some ask wit...
Friday 6th October 2017 11:47 am
to return to that place, I say not, but only
to find what was once lost
to fix the broken part of me..broken
to make what never was
to pull down the shade screens formed
to blind the penitent to newly ordered crimes
and forever fix this rift between the fixers and I.
Sunday 29th May 2016 1:55 am
Night comes to an Indian ghost town..
footsteps follow well-trodden paths through an inkwell of darkness
upward toward a hidden citadel
where apparitions of inhabitants welcome the returning..
Evening swans are still singing in the ruins down below
to defy the arrogant rooster whose sure his day will come;
and who fills his barn with domestic fare and
sleeps in a snare of...
Monday 2nd May 2016 2:11 am
We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it's limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacl...
Saturday 16th May 2015 3:40 am
Please keep on the grass
Nine people in this lift
Play your music loud
Please play ball games
By the entry sign
No speed limit
No closing time
22 units every week
Leave open the gate
Don’t sign in on entry
Stay out until late
Please unfasten your seatbelt
This will be an unpleasant ride
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Wednesday 11th September 2013 12:53 pm