Daily Archives: January 17, 2018

A HUNDRED POEMS – L

(Chopin’s Ghost)

THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road

Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down

My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear

Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go

:: 04-28-2014 ::


CAROUSEL

AS they fall

gently fall

From high tree

to ground

are dreams

as leaves

A season

to believe

The world!

a carnival

As we upon

a carousel

We dream upon

a merry-go-round!

:: 01-17-2018 ::