Wild Geese Calling
In the rhythm of the current, cool against my feet descending into deeper pools, the calls of wild geese snatch up my attention. My vision is arrested…
In the rhythm of the current, cool against my feet descending into deeper pools, the calls of wild geese snatch up my attention. My vision is arrested…
She just sat there listening, that was all He wanted, not heavy meals, or deep sighs Of self-martyrdom, just to hear his call Was all he asked…
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For P & M-A What is it in truth to love another? Surely this Of all things has been expressed, described, Repeated to exhaustion, is in…
He fled from me, left me to take the blame, They dragged me out for satisfaction, To cast their sins at scapegoat of ill fame, Readying themselves…
Ninety-nine groans tend toward death, but then one calls out for life: maybe you breathe your last breath as pain cries and groans for death; maybe you…
Waiting in the heavy heat, I look out, For my thin thread of hope, the healing Jew, Who should despise me, yet I do not doubt, That…
After Basho, Buson, and Issa I Even in the Ozark Mountains hearing the bob-white’s call, I long for the Ozarks. II The origin of sound: a frog…
I did nothing, why are you blaming me For that scabby beggar once sat outside What happened to be my gate? Why me? Burning while he stands…
A barge looms ghostly on the gray horizon and, like a vision, fades into the storm silently; heavily and patiently into the fast approaching rain. If it…
Heat-trodden hardness stinging into foot, Labouring under sun’s skin-parching glare, Lumbering her water-jug along rut, Carved by those who would despise and stare. Another outcast standing by,…
In honour of the 167 who died in the Occidental (Oxy) Piper Alpha oil platform disaster in the North Sea, 6th - 7th July 1988, British, American,…
Cheap perfume masking scent of cheaper men, Towards my redemption, I approach, Braving hypocrisy’s white-washed den, Its scorn and lust curdle as reproach, I enter, eyes of…
I want to plant an olive tree In the yard. Don’t know how long it will take to bloom, But I want to make a start Tomorrow…