Monthly Archives: October 2014

Greg

Under the chestnut tree
The world was wide open;
We were fearless,
Laughing as a nut exploded
On the road.
Your smile
Was catching.
I tried to catch up.
And together
We were trouble.
We knew love,
We knew fun,
We knew now.
Time changes;
And you grew distant.
Our childish ways;
Outgrown.
Your baby face changed to lean and handsome.
We no longer laughed alone.
You set out
Searching for answers.
I only have questions.

Fishing

The red haired girl was different.

She was a forest dweller In a land encircled by water;

‘Different,’ might be a kind word.

Perhaps her genes had been wired wrong?

When the men had gone to sea

Women would stand by land’s end and pray;

That their men would return safe

From the turbulent waters.

She would be found In the apple orchard;

Testing the russet hue and

Wild clover of the honey comb.

The village was scandalized the day

She joined an ocean bound vessel.

None had noticed the withering branches;

The dark haired man

Who piped forgotten tunes and kissed passionately.

He loved the open sea.

One day when the sky was blue With a trail of dreams in its wake;

He disappeared.

Silent in her determination

To find the man who could offer the world ;

She left the shore.

Janus

God of paradox
You guard the door:
The entrance and the exit.
Witness to the past and present.
When war is declared
Your heart quickens;
Hungry for the fight.
Those same arms will offer
Solace for the peacemaker.
Patron both of the conqueror and
Exploited.
Tears can be shed in both anger and love.
You embody
Light and darkness

Youth and age
Love and hatred;
In one being.
The challenge of being human.

Duel

Fog hovered;
The sun was a distant
Dream on the horizon.
At the appointed oak they met
Pistols cleaned;
Meticulously.
Ready for something
That many only whispered about.
Ready for the last story.
Each man had dressed the part;
Shamelessly wronged.
Fighting for the same smile;
The same scent of roses and apples
In her hair as she laughed.
One would live the morning.
The better shot;
Not the better love.
As the sun rises
To burn the morning fog,
Two men lie
Bleeding.
Demanding an answer
To the question,
“why?”

Victorian Love

Under a collar
Starched by his mother;
His hands shook as he drank
The tea.
My mother
Looked on
With understanding patience.
The clock on the mantle ticked
I could hear our breathing
In the silence .
A fly beat at the window for escape.
Just get to it:
I thought
So all this can begin.

Amherst Island

After the excess of turkey and pie have been consumed,
After the pleasantries have been spoken;
We become restless or sedate.
Walking into a blue sky, crisp air and
Autumn leaves;
Or lie down to dream of childhood.
Memories of a better time.
You took me to your schoolyard,
Swinging as we shared our past.
Under the gloaming
The moon rose in the autumn sky.
You offered the hay bale.
I saw the Northern Lights
and dreamed of the future.

Amazing Video

To MH

I thought
I Lost you.
The pages of time
Turned;
Our chapter.
Your winning Smile
Lost between the lines.
You were only a dream;
A name.
Your art:
A testament
To life
And the road
Less Traveled.
My lips
Tremble
Like the first kiss.
As I smile.

Earth

It was a windy day:
The north whispered a
Cold blessing.
The sun danced with the clouds
Curious but aloof.
The team worked in silence;
Bookmarked by the methodical sound of shovel
Hitting stone.
There was a vitality in the air;
Talk within the group of a discovery.
Soil was giving up her secrets.
It was Lea,
Wearing her lucky
“Give peace a chance,” sweater
Who found the
Girl.
Perhaps she was created for
This moment?
The unveiling.
Her hands shook
She was burying her father again;
Uncovering a deep
Mystery.
It would take months of work
To reveal the bones
That were placed in the ground
By gentle hands;
Fresh with loss
Nine hundred years earlier.
Scientific analysis
Would support
Lea’s feeling;
This girl was mourned by
Her family.
A solitary golden ring was found
On her finger.
Inscribed:
Te amo-
I love you.

Lost

We walked out on
A clear winter’s day
To enjoy the season and to be alone.
The cold air froze our kisses.
Even in the barn.
So we chose to return to the watchful eyes
And the warm hearth.
You gave me your gloves and scarf.
As the clouds encircled us
I lost you in the falling snow.
You thought you were being noble
Searching for the way home.
When you let go of my hand
I knew
Home was only yards away
And you were gone
Forever.

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