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Stalactite

12/30/2018

Stalactite

The
Icicle
Lengthens
At
A
Steady
Clip,
Drip
By
Sparkling
Drip,
Catching
The
Morning
Light
On
The
Awning
Where
It
Hung
Over
Night.
Yesterday
A
Dagger
Blade,
Today
Cold’s
Charm
Has
Forged
A
Shining
Sword
Unsheathed,
Bequeathed
To
Arm
A
Noble
Snow
Knight.
But
The
Might
Of
The
Sun
Is
Strong,
And
Before
Long,
One
More
Drop,
And
It
Falls
With
A
Plop.

Blizzard

12/28/2018

Blizzard

All
Dressed
Up
With
Some
Place
To
Go,
Outfitted
To
Frolic
In
The
Snow
Of
Winter
New
Mexico.
Jaunty
Skiers
Are
All
Agog
To
See
A
Pair
Of
Sliding
Dogs.

Boxing Day

12/26/2018

Boxing Day

A
Mist
Of
Snow
Dims
The
Street
Light’s
Glow.
White
Christmas
Comes
One
Day
Late,
But
Never
Mind
The
Wait.
Stay
At
Home,
Safe
And
Warm,
And
Watch
The
Storm
Turn
The
World
White
Over
Night.

Found Photograph

12/22/2018

Found Photograph

I can
See
As
He
Leans
Toward
His
Wife,
That
They
Have
Had
A
Full,
Happy
Life.
Two
Heads
Together,
Baseball
Capped,
Scarf
Wrapped,
Mirrored
In
A
Public
Space,
Coffee
In
White
Cups
At
Their
Place,
To
Toast
This
Bright
Moment
Of
Grace.

Naiad

12/20/2018

*Swimmer 2* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas

Naiad

Sun
Sleekened
Sea
Dipper,
Resort
Tripper
To
The
Winter
Shore
Of
Summer
Ever
More,
She
Swims
Among
The
Fishes
And
Profoundly
Wishes
To
Sink
Beneath
The
Waves
And
Place
Her
Hand
On
Ghostly
Galleons
Buried
Beneath
White
Sand,
And
Escape
The
Suffocating
Land.

Late December

12/18/2018

*Landscape* 20" H X 24" W Oil On Linen

Late December

Winter’s
Dark
Unsettled
Skies
Surprise
Houses
Below,
Touched
With
Snow.
Year’s
End
Depends
On
Holding
Fast,
Hoping
This
Sudden
Bitter
Cold
Does
Not
Last.

On Writing 3

12/16/2018

On Writing 3

Do
You
Ever
Think,
As
You
Wash
Dishes
At
The
Sink,
Smooth
The
Sheet
Or
Prepare
The
Daily
Meat,
That
One
Chore
Leads
On
To
Several
More?
Such
A
Bore.
I have
This
Other
Thing
I yearn
To
Pursue,
And
Will
Get
Right
To
It
As
Soon
As
I’m
Through
With
The
Constant
Mundane.
But
Order
Brings
It’s
Stealthy
Psychic
Gain,
And,
Duty
Done,
I can
Begin
To
Write
Again.

On Writing 2

12/14/2018

On Writing 2

*The Novel*

Writer, be bold. The eternal tale must be told and retold.
Everyone knows how the old story ends,
but who knows why or who makes amends?
Always, the plot, what’s true and what’s not,
of love’s that collide, of sorrow and pride.
The resolution is your conclusion.

*The Poem*

Speak
From
The
Heart,
That
Delicate
Part
That
Skips
Time,
To
Find
The
World
In
A
Rhyme.

Likeness

12/12/2018

*Nude 2* Oil On Paper

Likeness

It
Strikes
Me,
The
Longer
You
Look,
The
More
You
Can
See.
A
Blur
Of
Motion
Or
Perfectly
Still?
You
May
Discern
Whatever
You
Will.
A
Mountain
Range?
A
Muddy
Hill?
Or
Deftly
Crude,
A
Sensual
Nude?
I leave
It
To
You,
And
Do
What
I do.

Reality

12/10/2018

*White Horse Mesa* 24" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

Reality

The
Ground
Below
My
Boots
Was
Rough,
Desert
Tough,
Full
Of
Roots
And
Stones
And
Dry
As
Ancient
Bones.
I climbed
Through
Dust
The
Color
Of
Rust
And
At
Last,
Passed
Into
A
Plain
Of
Handsome
Weeds
And
Grasses
Of
Gold.
I hurried
On
Toward
Ambition’s
Fabled
Lofty
Ridge,
Only
To
Find
There
Was
No
Bridge.