Friday, September 28, 2012


photo by PSC

This Gold Band

This gold band,
no longer fitting my finger,
still encircles my life
encompassing the we
of you and me.

Constant confirmation.
Continuum of promises kept,
future intentions.

Engraved within,
your enduring message,



Saturday, September 22, 2012

Autumn Kisses (a haiku)

Soft lips on green limbs
sending summer on her way
September kisses


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Wooing the Muse

Wooing the Muse

“Come, whisper at my window”, I plead.
(I promise her I’ll heed,
but she continues silent, unimpressed.)

I offer up some diamonds,
black velvet sky and moon glow,
but still, she fails to come at my behest.
“Starlight, fireflies, mermaids, blue skies…?”
She shakes her head and smiles at me, bemused.

“You’re easy to refuse”, I hear her say,
“when all you proffer up is pure cliché”.

I ache to offer glory, but my mind’s a vacuous void.
I’m broken and destroyed,
(while she is mildly annoyed).
Each gift I offer up, she just eschews.

Sometimes it’s best to go to bed –
let her invade another head –
accept that there’ll be days she’ll just refuse.

Believe she’ll come another day,
seeking out a mate for play.
Tonight, my friend,
you just can’t woo this muse.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

"THE NAMES" by Billy Collins

September 11, 2012

 For  today, I’d like to share a poem that is NOT my own.

Please,  follow this link:  

to read the poem 
 "The Names" by Billy Collins
 who served as Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003.

This poem is dedicated to the victims of September 11 
and to their survivors.