A hairline crack becomes a hole
Swallowed by an eternity that never could last
Though I suppose it could be for the best;
After all at the beach you’re allowed no false security.
But for all the right reasons I cannot see this light
That everyone is so convinced of
So swayed by, but only biased by really,
And I’m at the point where I question myself;
Is reason evading me or am I the one running?
Can I do so much better, is it my fault?
Is this why I can’t write a song?

Nostalgic....
At times I feel

Nostalgia is far overpowering
as we all recall
the times gone by

I do have such a memory,
implanted in my mind’s eye

for over many a decades
as if 'twere yesterday
but the memory remains till today
as if twas happening
this moment right-away
and I do say
pray,

let memories be our comfort,
all day

Let the night be chilly if it may
but memories will indelibly
memories stay

as if it was just yesterday…

Scribbler's workshop:

Storm's Aftermath: auditory

the winds die down
to a whispering breeze
birds begin to chirp
and sing once again
squirrels chatter
back and forth
as children laugh
in tune with
the ice cream vendor's
cheerful chime
and the world sighs
with a contented relief

When I hear the tweets of songbirds at dawn
Nesting in the oak tree outside my door
I smile at the sun shining on my face

A red bird scours the brown grass for food
Blue birds skeeter on tree branches above
Squirrels run up treetops scampering nearby

There is more fun in spring than wintertime
Tree frogs sing songs of joy at night
Fireflies lit the darkness as they mate

When I hear spring back, summer is here
Hot beaches call my name to the ocean
Hot sand between my toes makes me holler

From outer-space i behold,
a beautiful blue sphere,
what a splendid planet i comment,
look closely i am told,
what you see will feel you with fear,
so i looked kaleidoscopically;my eyes in torment,
past the green trees in the Amazon,
past the vast desert,
looking for something worth fearing,
in the animal kingdom i gazed at the sleeping Lion,
my eyes moving incessant,
endlessly searching but finding nothing,
till reason pointed my eyes to Adam,
I looked upon my kind,

Late at night
alone.
No company but thoughts
and memories.

Which lead to doubts
in old men.
Could I have done better?
Can I do better?

It is during these times
that the long knives
slowly peel our souls
and test the metttle
of our beliefs.

Do you ever wonder,
as I did in my youth,
why old men never seem
to sleep?

TESTAMENT

As time steals my days
I see myself decay
Still I have my mind
and pray
the beast will never find
me there
and if it does
i hope not to know
whereof
I came
whereto I go
and yearn to leave
this place
in the bliss
of ignorance
my enemies
my friends again
failures meaningless
where opinion rules
all betrayers fools
for having never seen
another human being
behind the screen
of words

SEPTIC TANK

He staggers blindly down the street, thick , grey fog swirls round.
The silence cheats him of his sense of hearing , not a sound .
He knows that if he uses the old walking stick he'd found
Then, like a blind man he could make his way

The bridge had washed away, now how to reach the other bank
He comes to the decision to cross by the septic tank
Knows he is near when all around him rises smell so rank
That he can feel his nose start to decay.

The ocean and it's beaches
what then is more wonderful
Thunderous waves crashing on to the shore
Beating the sand into submission
Sounding much like a violent storm

The hiss left by the breaking waves
As it scurried back to the sea

The air is filled with the cries of seagulls
In search of food
Radios from the beach dwellers produce a cacophony
of sound as different stations come together

Kinesthetic/ First flower.

See how snow edged woods
display such white array of dazzling carpets,
wide, beneath the taller bare twigged trees
they spread their happy bells,
full dresses for the ball,
the grand explosive dance of spring
revolving in a waltz,
to turn the minds of birds and beasts
upside down, downside up,
round and round the round about of growth,
that rises, slowly rises up to light.