A double cinquain Garden Planted tardy My tomatoes are short But they are yielding belated fruit Small fruit Control I am not in Can barely bend to plant But I still got something in dirt Enough.
Tag: Aging
Friend on the Train
A sonnet with homage to Rumi Upon the racing rails, a brick caboose, It sees the front, but can’t control its end, Behind, the rail of where it did not choose, But all alone, inside itself, a Friend. The Friend comes in by invitation faint And finding not a center, strikes at will Arousing anger…
Grave Sunshine
On reading W.B. Yeats’ “The Song of the Happy Shepherd” The poets in their foolish song Have captured for my reading Glimmers of their thoughts, long gone Desperately pleading. We walked in sunshine once as you And toiled after truth We gloried in our bodies once And reveled in our handsome youth We left our…
