Epic

Growing up amongst the meadow flowers
Such a fortunate child

She could have been birthed...

No particular rhyme nor reason
garden variety indentured flunky (me)
revisits his salmagundi...

I sit staring at the pointers on my mantlepiece clock

I hear the monotonous ticking of the tock...

There leans that old rugged cross where her body once lay

Fragmented dust to dust amongst...

Keep your chin up darlin
Don't mope about and be sad
Why your whole life is in front of you...

Those transmitted tingles from kissing lips
An instantaneous arousing eclipse
Soothing soft...

Amidst the twilight of eventide
there can be no niche to hole up or hide

By hook or by...

today is my birthday
I do not feel any older
Nor do I feel younger
Or even an age at...

Lost in the silence
The stillness
The place between thoughts
There is the profound...

Blowing amidst a benign breeze the white floating feather

Falling thru the boughed branches...

That little fair face full of freckles playing in the morning sun

She is running and a’jumping...

I walked through the jungle of life,
With so much fear and procrastination.
twenty two years...

I can see you big ol’e bright Mr.Moon up so high

Sleepily a’yawning as you silently sigh

...

I write a line and then I think of another

Trying to reminisce my dear Father and marvellous...

So our social distancing is stopping I hear them say

But I wonder will we still keep an arms...

Often these days
(early May 2021)
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris...

Tattered and torn like tumbleweed..I take what I want from the land with greed

My strength is...