Saturday, April 07, 2018


the color of midnight,
its icy stillness
like frozen glass.

the void of night
where shadows prowl.

the misty glim
of dawn's first

Then forgive
your yesterdays,
for we all
have sinned.
They are lessons
for each day.

Sunday, February 04, 2018

Beauty is Gone

Beauty is gone
like a wilted rose.
Truth is lacking
like tattered clothes
and the old equation
is poetic license,
not renewed.

Knowledge is gone,
buried deep in muck
by theory's Babel.
History lies like driftwood
scattered in the sand and
memory barely holds
as the glue dissolves.