Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Life of Music

The smell of a summer afternoon
The rustle of paper
A soft piano
Ringing in the empty halls

Another room
A blend of brass, wood, and wind
Laughter of children
A gentle cacophony

Silver hair, wrinkled skin
A gentle lullaby
The sweet, soft melody
Conveying a mother’s love

The high heavenly canopy
Speckled sunlight dusting leaves
A choir of critters
Amidst the spring wind

Where there is life
Music coexists
It changes, it grows
Music is in our souls

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

A Lover's Love

Your love is like the raging fire
Slowly consuming a city
Like an emerald arrow-headed serpent
Like a howling Northern blizzard
Like a black tusked wild boar,
Charging through the undergrowth,
Like a smoldering volcano
A monsoon under the blue moon
A lizard coiled around a cherry.
like an apple ripen to the core,
like a herd of sheep,
following the rest of its kind,
like a black widow spider consuming its mate,
like the day of the black sun, an
eternal solar eclipse,
like a great-horned owl singing a lullaby,
like the ebb and flow of the tides under the night,
like a dragon hoarding its treasure, the
rich gems stolen along with many lives,
like the ice that cannot be shattered under the weight
of thundering hooves, like a mangy hyena,
like a scavenging vulture,
like the rise and fall of empires in ages past,
like a colony of fire ants,
like a falcon trained only to hunt the meek,
a bicycle abandoned after the gift of something new,
a circus closed because of the lack of patrons,
an old carton of soiled milk. Like the saline tears
of a gentle crocodile
like a siren perched on the coastline,
serenading the sailors,
beckoning them to the warmth of the deep blue



Sunday, May 10, 2015

The Gurgling Creek

So much depends
upon

The soft gurgling
creek

Laced with dappled
shadows

Under the willow
tree