I am off on a retreat and won't be posting for about a week.
Best wishes,
Jim
Shaping Words
Exploring English Syllabic Verse
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
The Table
In the city park
The rhododendron blossoms
In the full moon light
The water from the fountain
Resembles a melody
At the intersection
With the windows wide open
The radio blast
Conversation disrupted
By the insistent cell phone
The savings are gone
Retirement reconsidered
There are doctor's bills
Will we ever be content?
Waiting for the cold to end
Restless bare branches
Swaying in the constant wind
The sign at the door
Tourists at the knick-knack store
Purchasing a memory
Statues of Kwan Yin
Come in various sizes
Just like compassion
A stranger helps an old man
At the new mall's parking lot
Starlings in the July heat
Pecking at scarps in the dust
The path from the road
Meanders to the river
Slowly flowing by
At the bottom of the cliff
A pile of broken boulders
Casting long shadows
Capturing the morning light
Capturing the time
Painting a watercolor
Of his lover's smiling face
As she sits at the table
They have shared for many years
The rhododendron blossoms
In the full moon light
The water from the fountain
Resembles a melody
At the intersection
With the windows wide open
The radio blast
Conversation disrupted
By the insistent cell phone
The savings are gone
Retirement reconsidered
There are doctor's bills
Will we ever be content?
Waiting for the cold to end
Restless bare branches
Swaying in the constant wind
The sign at the door
Tourists at the knick-knack store
Purchasing a memory
Statues of Kwan Yin
Come in various sizes
Just like compassion
A stranger helps an old man
At the new mall's parking lot
Starlings in the July heat
Pecking at scarps in the dust
The path from the road
Meanders to the river
Slowly flowing by
At the bottom of the cliff
A pile of broken boulders
Casting long shadows
Capturing the morning light
Capturing the time
Painting a watercolor
Of his lover's smiling face
As she sits at the table
They have shared for many years
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
On Enoch
When Enoch walked with God as the sun rose
And the night closed, they trod
As the wind made the trees nod
Creatures ev'rywhere were awed
And the night closed, they trod
As the wind made the trees nod
Creatures ev'rywhere were awed
Saturday, May 4, 2013
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