July 30, 2011

THE WOODSMAN

The old axe rang true
with each solid thud.
It neatly sank through
the blocks of thick wood.

The woodsman stood up,
then slowly bent down.
His arms made a cup
and gathered it 'round.

He loaded his cart
and went on his way
with a weight in his heart
that he had to obey.

July 27, 2011

DENIM

On a rusty gate I waited for our eyes perchance to meet
but she fancied that she was alone amid the gilded wheat.
So I simply stood adoring as she donned a daisy crown
and I looked upon her walking in her regal, denim gown.

July 25, 2011

THE THINKER

Weary and alone I stand
evoking tender moments passed,
deep in thought and head in hand.

Forever loving thoughts withstand
the waves of torment and hold fast.
Weary and alone I stand

recalling beaches, softly tanned,
on which the lovers kissed the last.
Deep in thought and head in hand

I clear my thoughts as blown like sand.
The final tide has gone. Alas!
Weary and alone I stand,

looking o’er the lonely strand
and on toward seas of colored glass,
deep in thought and head in hand.

For lovers never understand
that nothing’s here that’s here to last.
Weary and alone I stand –
deep in thought and head in hand.
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And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?

- The Lays of Ancient Rome

✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam