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Loss And Gain

1/30/2016

Loss And Gain

The
Unworn
Finery
Of
Fame,
Mislaid
Pieces
Of
The
Vital
Game,
The
Map
Untraveled,
The
Die
Not
Thrown.
The
Friend
Unmet
That
Destines
One
To
Live
Alone.
Chance?
Kismet?
Fate?
Who
For
The
Enemy,
Which
For
The
Mate?
Choice
Is
An
Inner
Voice
We
Never
Hear,
Dictating
Love,
Hate
Or
Fear,
To
Crowd
Life
Away
Or
Bring
It
Near.
Start
Here,
And
See
What
Does
Not
Grow
Old,
The
Morning
Sun
Turning
Ravaged
Earth
To
Gold.

Evensong

1/28/2016

'Conflict'

Evensong

Cloud
Deck
To
Sea
Ice
And
The
Space
Between
Contain
The
Earthly
Prize
We
Scatter
As
If
It
Didn’t
Matter.
With
Each
War’s
Thrust,
Our
Fragile
Crust
Shatters
Into
Toxic
Dust.
Military
Progress
Is
An
Armed
Trap
That
Renders
All
To
Useless
Scrap.
Conflicts
Rage
To
Possess
Wasted
Lands
Reduced
To
Squalid
Mess,
Until
Nothing
Stands
To
Separate
Cloud
Deck
And
Sea
Ice
From
Empty,
Blood
Stained
Sands.

Chronicle

1/26/2016

*Picasso* 'Woman Writing'

Chronicle

I’ll
Call
My
Auto
Bio
Graphy
‘Private
Parts’
And
It
Will
Be
The
True
Story
Of
Me.
Such
Fun
To
Reveal
All
The
Naughty
Things
I’ve
Done.
Alas,
I’ll
Have
To
Wait
Until
My
Day
Is
Past
To
Compose
That
Final
Rhyme,
But
Then,
Of
Course,
I won’t
Have
The
Time.

Observation

1/24/2016

Observation

A
Silver
Plane
Chalks
A
Contrail
Tear
Across
The
Sky,
A
Thousand
Miles
High.
Mindful
Day
Follows
The
White
Scar
Of
Flight,
And
Deftly
Paints
It
Away.

To A.H.

1/22/2016

*Charles Hermans*

To A.H.

For
All
Time,
I will
Think
Of
Thee.
Far
Across
A
Winter
Sea,
England
Calls
Out
To
Me
In
Voices
Of
Ancestry,
But
This
Voyage
Is
Not
To
Be.
Four
Centuries
Ago,
My
Kinsman
Sailed
The
Other
Way,
And
Fated
Me
To
Stay.
In
Some
Distant
Shire,
A
Taproot
Groans
And
Breeds
A
Likeness
Of
My
Bones
To
Grow
The
Royal
Brothers
I will
Never
Know,
As
Duty
Will
Not
Let
Me
Go.

Daybreak

1/20/2016

Daybreak

A
Fox
Fur
Of
Fog
Hangs
In
The
Trees
And
Flattens
The
Land
With
A
Wispy
Hand,
Until
The
Sun
Creeps
And
Peeps
With
An
Orange
Glow
To
Show
The
Coming
Day,
And
Dispel
The
Grey.

Vantage

1/18/2016

*Cezanne* Mont Sainte Victoire

Vantage

Lilac
Lenticular
Clouds
Shadow
The
Mountain,
Laced
With
Snow,
And
Cast
A
Lavender
Glow.
An
Old
Tree
In
My
View
Was
Cut,
And
Now
I can
See
The
Ancient
Rocky
Crest
Stretch
On
For
Eternity.

Lesson

1/16/2016

*Nude In Landscape*

Lesson

My
Instructor
Painted
With
A
Trowel,
Wearing
An
Apron
Of
A
Towel.
Mixed
Colors
With
A
Fervent
Rush,
And
Slathered
It
On
Canvas
With
A
Two
Inch
Badger
Brush.
I hardly
Knew
What
To
Make
Of
Work
That
Mimicked
Icing
On
A
Cake.
I painted
Thin,
My
Figures
Wore
A
Tinted
Skin,
And
Challenged
Viewers
To
Look
In.
His
Landscapes,
I came
To
See,
Were
Sculpted
And
Edge
Free,
Booming
Skies
And
Exploding
Trees.
A
Series
Of
Visual
Hesitations,
While
I was
All
Direct
Confrontation.
I left
That
Class,
And
Years
Have
Passed,
Yet
I remember
Him,
His
Rainbow
Palette
Crowded
To
The
Rim,
His
Fat
Brush
Digging
In.

One Billion Plus

1/14/2016

One Billion Plus

My
Certainty
Of
Massive
Wealth
Has
Fallen
With
A
Crash.
I didn’t
Win
A
Cent
Of
All
That
Lottery
Cash.
Greedy
Dreams
Sucked
Me
Into
Gambling
Schemes,
And
Like
A
Dope,
I bought
Three
Dollars
Worth
Of
Hope.
Needless
To
Say,
The
Numbers
Went
Another
Way.
Somebody
Else
Will
Get
The
Check,
But
What
The
Heck,
For
One
Shining
Day,
My
Number
Was
In
Play.

Cold

1/12/2016

Cold

Rising
Sunlight
Gilds
A
Strip
Of
Frozen
Grass
To
Glitter.
All
Is
Silent,
No
Bird
Song,
No
Cars
Pass.
The
Chill
Morning
Has
Begun.
After
Snowy
Days,
I welcome
A
Scrap
Of
Sun,
Though
It
Brings
No
Heat
To
My
Window
Seat.
Elastic
January
Stretches
On,
As
I wait
For
It
To
Be
Gone.