Mary’s Garden

Dedicated to my beloved husband, Floyd Russell Taylor Once again, upon a weekend time, we shook off the city.As always, by Friday, it felt like a fur drenched in wet.At first, we motored through the fog, then, across the Golden GateAnd into the sun, the fun of Sonoma.Our rental car conveyed our escapeTo the haven-heaven … More Mary’s Garden

Insomnia

Just before dawn, I shut my book midway. Refuse the news from yesterday’s paper. The computer tablet is as black as the TV. Hours ago, I pulled all the cords That can color the world And push it’s face up close, So up into mine.   I see my head haunting the dead box Of … More Insomnia

PSYKHE

Semi-Abbreviated Version   A speck of vivid, I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand, All quivering color.   I am tempted to possess it, Pressing it into a book with my leaves, With a beloved’s leave I weaved into a poem, The final word spoken the first of its … More PSYKHE

PSYKHE

Extended Version   A speck of vivid, As I bank myself on a bench I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand. Startled, my fingers wriggle rhythmically, Eager to agitate it upwards Into a hover, if not high flight. But the butterfly remains at rest, All quivering color.   I … More PSYKHE

PSYKHE

4th Version   A speck of vivid, I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand, All quivering color.   When I dare to breathe God’s breath, Reciting as I exhale outwards, A poem quickens and quivers, Mimicking this butterfly.   Borne, hovering near, The poem awaits a merciful heart In … More PSYKHE

Midnight

For L. R.   Sitting alone on the sand, The bonfire is lively behind me. Others have gone off To comb along the strand. My thoughts drift Into the diamond tide above, A treasure trove for the soul.   Each of the constellations Will tell me a tale, Foretell of a fortune Held in abeyance. … More Midnight