Oil on Canvas 16" x 20"
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Marking Stone
The Marking Stone
Life reduced to a marking stone.
Name and time; granite and bronze.
The imagination of memory
Yearning to say the right thing.
But my mind is elsewhere
As will be my death.
Marked by something
That is not there.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Within
Within
Avowed before the fragrant vales
Heaven and earth aligned
The lowly mist caresses the dew
The morning shades, their sun to find.
Life inhales its music score
The only apt description
To gaze upon the world anew
Natures hemline lifting.
But all is half if one’s alone
The fullness of its splendour
Is in a brace, to embrace
The ecstasy to render.
I stay the hand, the wandering bard
The prose for her protecting
A gentle touch, a whispered truth
The dawn, the dusk, dejection.
Friday, December 2, 2011
A Candle Meekly
A Candle Meekly
Romantic light, romantic sight
Slow and dancing, poetic bright
Perched upon the polished grain
A noble flicker to darkness drain
Progeny of a bygone time
When quill and word reigned sublime
Miss Austen knew its waltzing hue
Would gladly beat the hearts to woo
Oh noble flame, converse with me
Let my mind and heart agree
That passion’s writ will flow and ebb
As in a brambled, glittering web
Thursday, December 1, 2011
As In A Braid Unwoven
As In A Braid Unwoven
Would that I could wake
From the wine weary dreams
And see afresh the rationale
Of purpose over heart.
I have climbed mountains.
Summitless peaks, dawnless,
Duskless, forever in furtive light.
Disposed to the focussed soul.
And basked in the view,
The conquered vista
Life lived, without emotion
Bar the fugitive in my heart.
For there lies the emotion
Of heart and purpose married
Silent amidst the peaks and vales
And forever out of reach.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Birth Of A Waterfall
The Birth Of A Waterfall
The river drew breath
At the precipice near
Behind it the mountains
Before it the sheer.
No longer a flow
But not yet a fall
In between purpose
Outside of its call.
The overture sings
Release and rebirth
Conceived between heaven
And pregnant earth.
The cascade sings
Exalted and free
The nameless name
Removed from decree.
The shortest while
The purest form
Adorns her vision
The recurring norm.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Fantasia
Fantasia
Would that I were
A thought adrift
In a wave torn ocean
Harboured
By a fleeting memory
Even a glance
In a lonely muse
Would dawn a day
For if I am there
Then I am
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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