Wednesday, December 25, 2013

winterowl

ragged trails of twisted riot
October leaves are fall'n
a colored palette of unrest
and shameless trees undressed

tonight the moon flies full
powder white at dusk
so ivory iced this e'en
and who else embraced its sheen?

and now that hermit moon
obscured by waffling clouds
who else observed this ruse
or knew 'twas just obtuse

winter nights are bleak and cold
the silver song of ice
this night made up of frozen tears 
of lovers lost among the years

and in the thick branched oak
inside his lair above
the winter owl hoots from up above
and awaits his winter love

2009




Tuesday, December 24, 2013

the winter owl

ragged trails in twisted riot
October leaves are fal'n
a glaring palette of unrest
and shameless trees undressed

the moon today flew full and bye
snow white at edge of dusk
she shines her ivory teeth this e'en
nor who but me has seen?





























































































































































































Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Mount Dachshund

                                                  The Tower of Yapping,,Bavaria

Sunday, December 01, 2013

How come you do me like you do

blatherskites and nincompoops            
got lost from every hope                      
tried to guess from faraway               
the meaning of the scope. . .               
it all just got beleagered                       
by the vastness of the blue               
and every time i turned around          
i thought i just saw you. . .                  
dunderheads and helpless oafs       
can't stop the way they are                
but their denseness is a haven        
their minds are not ajar. . .           

figureheads and equanauts                
have fiddled their last dance                
they've spun outside of  puzzled wit                         
and squonced the parting glance.  .  .    
i don't see how it ever flew                                   
at such a burly rate                               
and then i had to look away                    
'cause i saw you at my gate. . .                         
control of everything was lost
my poems wrote in Braille   
inside out or upside down  
it takes no skill to fail. . .    

2003