Sostenuto

Melodies erupting
on the journey of life
ongoing, unfolding
Sostenuto,
like the petals of a rose
coming into full bloom
exuding fragrance
surrendering beauty,
and we dance in rounds
and round we go
while the song plays out
in syncopated time
moving through history;
a symphony of desire
realizing two heads are better
than one, and a harmony
is always sung together.

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Afterloon Delight

Afterloon Delight

In a soliloquy of falsetto cries, you glide
across secluded waters, recluse by nature,
almost primitive with black and white
markings and dagger-like beak – uncommon.

Loquacious after the silence of winter
has passed, wailing, yodeling even
into the night between dives, I observe
by moonlight distinctive style.

Graceful and awkward one in the same;
your elegance limited to water,
while vulnerable on land;
O, what striking beauty – unique.

Red glares surrounded by shiny black
feathers, almost blue; mesmerized
from morning to afterloon delight
in dramatic entrance, I ponder.

New England native, you remain
mysterious, alluring; the call
of the wild lurking on ponds
surrounded by trees green – uninterrupted.

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Shore Pines

Up to the heavens,

Your towering lines

Mounting evergreens

Beautiful shore pines.

When in the morning,

The sunlight peeks through,

Woolly twigs brushing

Against skies of blue.

How often I gaze,

Out of my window pane

At all times amazed

By your lofty frame.

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The Tree and the Bird

This stalwart tree, towering above life
A still fix of emotion and perfect symmetry
Held out his strong branches unaware,
Of the injured bird flying from far beyond the sea—
Into his shadow that cast great care
Over her broken heart filled with despair.

He, a refuge from so much pain,
Became a fortress for her wounded heart.
A means of heaven’s ample expression—
A haven from which she could not depart.
Infused with strength from his affirmation
She fluttered in his branches upright,
And nestled in his deep interior.
The little bird chirped and chirped,
Leaving behind a hard anterior
Where pain and suffering lurked,
As she dwelt securely in his shelter
The Tree and the Bird thus merged.

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The Pout

It is famous.

Many ladies have lured the hearts

and minds of men using it.

The French are notorious for it.

A pose with style,

perhaps conveying something

More burning.

Laced with expectation

looking for reaction

longing for response,

and the anticipation of desire

Nicely captured in

“The Pout.”

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Disillunsionment

Disillusionment clouds vision and taints

The heart with distrust;

Offering stale bread and bitter wine.

An unappetizing meal, unfit for most,

Stealing away hope for desert, before

The coffee is served.

Once proven false, hope is deferred,

Making regurgitation probable,

Followed by an unsettled heartache—

Suggesting the need for a blander diet.

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The Rabbit
Racing to and fro
Avoiding traffic
In the fast lane
He hops, up and down—
Back and forth
Scurrying through life
With never a moment to

Waste.  The looking glass,
Illuminates etched creases
Gathered with time, revealing
An era elapsed, left to
Recollection.  Alice ageless—
Sealed in the pages of
A childhood fable unlike
History, accounting only
For the rise and fall of

Many.  Always late,
For every important date,
The rabbit gains momentum
As he scampers, looking
For greener pastures
Before his concluding

Fate.

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Looking For a Speck of Sublime

Peeking through shades of melancholy

A moment of blue—

Between patches of broken dismay

Clouds utter adieu,

And northern breezes hurl time

Changing things recognizable

Looking for a speck of sublime

When days become amiable.

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Interruptions of Thought

Interruptions of Thought

…the heartfelt emotion
Filling a soul that has been touched by another
Engraved permanently, sculptured etchings,
And lasting impressions left carefully
To ponder over like a fine painting.
No heart is safe. Such incessant affections
Alter the state of rest if only insatiable,
And the longing for more
Can only interrupt the thinking process.

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Life Is Filled With Mystery

To have all the questions inside my head

answered in a moment of time:

before the lights go out, and time

is no more; ‘tis an unrealistic dream

I think, yet amid so many unanswered,

unrequited queries, the obvious remains

impervious, like clouds in a distant

horizon or stars in a galaxy viewed

but not held.  Life is filled with mystery.

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