27 May 2017


When casting off we have no fears, 
with youth and strength we're fortified.
Inside we're older than our years,
our dreams have yet to be denied.

Flags flying we set sail at speed,
horizons beckon far ahead,
of compasses we have no need,
forgetting all our parents said.

Foul winds may blow us far off course
yet breasting all those waves with zest,
no time to stop and feel remorse,
we'll tell ourselves it's for the best.

We hit the doldrums now and then
- time hanging heavy on our hands.
Such stagnant doleful days are when
we feel no other understands.

But then a fresh new breeze will start,
and ease us forward carefully,
as gladly we again take heart,
and launch ourselves against life's sea.

Yet over time strength fades away
until at last there is no more
and inwardly we spend our days
just drifting to that unknown shore.

16 May 2017

Facial Recognition

Is this the face that's best left hid from view,
of those who feel themselves a better race,
who've never thought to question all they knew,
is this the face?

While caught up in their lives of keeping pace,
their main intent to get all that's their due,
the rights of others never reaching through.
Is this the face?

Not wondering if what they hear is true,
no reaching out to see if it's the case,
such mindless hate can be a heady brew.
Is this the face?

FORM ..... a SonnetyRondel.  This is a form invented by Lisa Morris, aka Streambed on Allpoetry, which uses the rentrement (the first phrase of Line 1) as a refrain:

Stanzaic: Four quatrains
Metric: Iambic pentameter and di-meter
Rhyme Scheme: abaB baaB abaB

15 May 2017

In her heart a maiden

what does it matter come the day
it’s only chatter what they say
she’s had her life, she’s old and grey
mad as a hatter anyway

she turns her head with with muted cry
to hear these words as they pass by
she knows how fast the years can fly
how all life's plans can go awry

her winter feet now feel the chill
all steps become an act of will
but she can bear life’s bitter pill
while in her heart a maiden

12 May 2017


a layer of cobwebs
sticks to my fingers like candy floss
but does not taste of strawberry
sitting stale and bitter on my tongue
yet cannot be swept aside

patinas develop on surfaces
reflecting only blurred images
the true grain of the wood is lost
polishing no longer an option
cobwebs gather


a poppy seed flies in the wind
and landing lightly on the earth
lies waiting for sun's energy
to germinate and give it birth

a droplet falls from rainy skies
weak sunlight warming with its rays
until in spring new growth begins
it's bloom sublime on summer days

blood red a field of poppies shine
each one a hundred others yield
these symbols ever in our hearts
of all who died on Flanders field

Hotter than July

in fields of golden grasses dry and tall
cicadas singing lazily as one
the air so hot no will to move at 

as languidly we stroll out in the sun

no other living creatures can we see
but seeking respite shade beneath a tree
a small brown bird alights and sweetly sings

as hot leaves sigh he flutters dusty wings

NOTES - Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhymed quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab , ccdd