another in a long line of failures

a man feels guilt for his rage and words which came as roars of infantile fury a man sees himself not a man and feels shame a boy he is now loose as dead leaves which the breeze plucks with lightest touch to cast adrift a boy hangs his head kicking the sand at hisContinue reading “another in a long line of failures”

I saw the master at the mill today

From glory told by gold upon his wall and silk which lay across his fair bride’s lap by halls which make his daughter’s laughter ring and by the tales of past exploits we sing. This master to whom masses all have bowed Whose fist and foot has dazzled man and boy Inspired mirth and prideContinue reading “I saw the master at the mill today”

musings upon her funeral dress

These garments are like a tightly packed row of Hers dehydrated, deflated and hung up front to back. Each item was her in a mode, a mood, a moment in time each was chosen by her to reflect the parts of her personality most vibrant and attractive in times when she felt brave. They allContinue reading “musings upon her funeral dress”