The Death of Currency

The ink stained linen and shiny coins,
That have passed through ten thousand hands…

All This

Bed chamber romances,
With kingdoms at stake,
Lost in stolen glances…

Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Sheltered Thanks

Sorrows drip from leaking eaves
Chasing a path to fertile ground
Like angel’s tears upon green leaves
Flowed off with nary a sound

On Scherian Shores

And when Alcinous asked of love,
Odysseus gave pause to think…

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

Your Highness

How was I to know, that the tears that flow,
Were just a river of liquid lies…

Stormy Seas

Anyone can steer when the seas are calm,
And I pray your days filled with breezes just…

In a Flash

And we then, well-reminded,
To our future we are blinded…

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

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