Poems
Life-Boat
The cold truth of duty has a beauty like the sea; Like the iron-grey Atlantic as it swells above the wrecks Of the boats we've built for pleasure, for avarice and fame, But the binnacle of being is our duty to retain A sympathy for others on the greedy Spanish Main....
Adieu
We have exhausted words dear, the past’s too far away. There’s nothing more to say dear, naught more to do but pray.
La Ventana
Imbibing from the mountain A fountain of strength. Clouds break and form On the torn canvas of the sky And a butterfly floats by My reassuringly barred window On the world in which first I walked.
Gutter Love
Two pigeons canoodling in a gutter Make me utter the word God. Their fine feathers are ruffled by the breeze But they’re at ease outside the window Keeping a beady eye on me As I retrieve my Birkenstock’s and tiptoe out To shout His name from the laptop’s.