Beauty

Penelope’s Postscript Uncounted days, wrung dry of tears— Lost wanderers do not return: So much for the departed years. Heap...

Tipton County, Tennessee, 1917 My great-grandfather cut down huge black oaks Whose stumps his two young sons helped him uproot,...

Ephemeral Constant With hued music, beautified page. His spheres were thinner than gossamer, Only to beauty, did Keats defer. Was...

  Sonnet IV. Edward the Confessor Edward, the Cross no more on England’s shores Thy people blesses. The light of...

Dying Muse Not everyone will survive The muse has sung her last song The end is about to arrive It...

  Mine eyes beheld your beauty, My thoughts remember how, Your loveliness I cherish, Where ever you are now, And...

  Justice,  Equity  and  Compassion  in  Human  Relations In realms of Humankind’s relations, Justice rules as queen & from her...

Two Mourning Doves Friendship on the promenade? I know to some it may sound odd but there above, two mourning...

(The BBC story here for reference) If I were burdened with a lover who Looked crooked like this woman (woman?),...

  Could the dandelion be excused for not being a rose, If its effort to grow was much greater; If...

  Golden Opposite of Grave Beauty The Buddhist, Yuezun, saw light like gold Above the blistering sands.  The desert blight Of...

Degrees of Light She squinted, watching circling gulls Fly overhead; small rhythmic waves Slapped steadily upon ship hulls. Brown crabs...

  Steel Masks King Henri II of France was accidentally killed in 1559 during a festive tournament when he was...

In that part of the day that briefly follows night, before the turning finds the steady lying line from where...

Monsoon Dance In Quintets Go back, O' spry peacock, go back into thy dense coppice! The sylvan clock did spell...

Yes, I admit I seldom write, Or even think of you, But not, as you suppose, Because there's someone new,...

Blessing in Disguise They catch each little misstep and with kindly, caring grace— they point out the right direction by...

For Our Children “The sum is greater than its parts,” or so the saying goes. And now the two of...

To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a...

Compassion, with your sun that shines unseen, You lead the river of man’s thoughts to flow Where Saving Grace’s golden...

  Riddling Away What slips and squanders, and has no matter? Leaves one to ponder, and rarely flatters? Is never...

. . Hope What task be done, you thought was not?What asked and sought, forgot, was wrought?What strain was set...

Verification What further evidence will now be needed to assure Us that behind the strictly physical there’s something more, And...

. Visiting the Ruins of Tintagel Castle I wander through a forest deep __in Cornish countryside And think I see some...

Spring was near now Spring’s here, come to waken all the flowers and to welcome April showers. Spring was near...

Blue Star Mama painted calm and clouded landscapes Before she wed, blue-green and grassy shapes, But these went by the...

I Watch the Sun I watch the sun, its trek, across the sky. The shadow too to see how it...

  Boston Public Garden On Boston Public Garden's willowed shorebank, two little girls are feeding ducks: they prance from beak...

White Wolf, Black Wolf: A Cherokee Story A trijan refrain Inside you lives a wolf of white— of patience, peace...

  One Near-Death Experience at the Royal Bournemouth Hospital To be dazed out, phased out, near to dying In a...

After E. T. A. Hoffman "Only connect..." E. M. Forster, Howard's End By Ewald E. Eisbruc The inner structure of the...

  Oak tree like a gnarled arthritic hand jutting into the sky black and bent knobby knuckles, twisted swirls and...

The Theater of the Bush To westward the sun seeks a comfort nocturnal, Her warmth slipping under the covers ahead;...

. . Approaching Spring Above the mountain, under the sky, Canadian Geese, you hear their cry, Over the mountain, hear...

  Are the dead at peace in the ground? wrapped in loam, slow dissolving to earth. Is the mother at...

  Spring is Coming From naked trees, droplets of dew, Drips like tears onto my upturned face. Everything is bleak,...

A Pantoum The wind, it sings through trees of pine The breeze, it sweeps my senses clear This day shines...

The Rocky Mountain Pines Written in Rhymed couplets of Anapestic Tetrameter. In the mountains or plains, with the pine in...

Dancer the arch of her collarbone a bridge, her legs a throne, the clean and simple lines of her body...

  Celestial Teevee Something that’s always puzzled me: Does the Creator watch us on celestial teevee the way we watch...