Friday, March 26, 2010

Time's Tape

The head aches
The hand shakes
The skin flakes
The eyes agape
The wrinkled nape
The stomach quakes
The mind slakes
The heart breaks
There are no breaks
So you cannot escape

Friday, March 5, 2010


long walks
gentle footsteps
cushioned by
green loam
on a rain
spattered path.
a gray mist
embraces you
in it's damp cocoon,
then disappears
into a silent twilight.
the quiet resilience
of today offers hope
for tomorrow as
the pain of yesterday
fades slowly into
that damp, gray mist.