Crescendo – A poem

Coursing through the piquant breeze, swirls of blood orange lifesparks Scrape across the saffron sands like delicate arpeggios. The tranquil fullness of life’s dulcet allegro Bolsters sagging courage with promises of paradise. Once buoyant blooms, long since faded, Lie in tangled heaps across the hallowed fields. The spirit, filled with tangy ripeness, Willfully begins the …

Hidden Realms Within

Cloud cliffs drift over rough barked deep green pines, As the scent of cut grass and damp earth caress the neighbors’ star spangled banners; Holding at bay the crimson-tipped spears of deep-rooted anxiety sprouting like noxious weeds menacing the fragile fairy of tranquility Beneath my lukewarm coffee, the open page advises The wise man knows …

Accepting Impermanence

Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. – Leonardo da Vinci I am creating an entirely new type of poetry. Poetry illuminates my life with tints of stardust. I hope you enjoy my new genre of poetry. There’s more to come. Poem 01 [Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to …

A Poem of Valediction

The glistening torii gate framed the lush sanctuary like a vermilion sentinel. Dawn’s silver silence was fractured by stuttering footsteps on rough slate. A cinnabar leaf clung to the stone lantern drawing the eye upward. Across the koi pond joyful sunbeams ignited the recently transplanted laceleaf maples. Crimson radiance dripped onto the mossy rocks like …

My Poem Was Just Published

My poem Seaside Gallery was recently published in the Poetry Quarterly. I was honored to have my poem be the first poem in the magazine. It feels great to be published again. My writing is often inspired by nature. Check out the Poetry Quarterly website and buy a copy, or several :-). The editor is …

World between Worlds – A Poem

The spring evening cools the warm stone. A heady perfume of grass and ground rises from behind the veiled sunset. Night wings beat. A stillness comes. From the front porch, sounds of child’s play call the heart to sift the years through open hands. The memory of nights such as these coaxes the eyes to …

Poem: Blue Moon Rising

Pulsating sinuous strands Spread along sandy flesh Like a lover’s luxuriant tresses across a pillow The approaching lantern of fertility Brightens the aching heart Drains away negativity Positive tingles prickle the spine Musky incense tantalizes the tongue Face into the wind and listen The blue moon’s siren call Echoes throughout the briny deep Silky steps …

Poetry: Touch of The Wild

A touch of the wild resides with us all Our soul-songs resonate with nature’s call Instincts stirred by nameless scent trails drifting in the wind Rise from ancient gray-green mind-mud Nostrils flare and pulse quickens The net of consciousness far cast into the wild landscape Subconscious skills engage gathered sensory echoes Body hairs bristle at …

Poem: The Sea of Mortality

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. – Oscar Wilde Our body-vessel carries our spirit Atop the crests and troughs of time The vast cerulean sea of mortality Challenges convictions and shatters delusions The fabric of ephemeral awareness Propels the seeker ever-onward Vigilant eyes and resolute hands …

Not Lost in Translation

He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance. – Li Bai (Greatest Tang Dynasty poet: 701AD -762 AD) I got some great news this week. One of my poems – a Haiku – is going to be published in an upcoming issue …