Tucked into a corner of the woods
a handful of graves gleam
Sacrifice
A TRIBUTE TO OUR PROTECTORS
The Cost of Love
As I’ve gotten older and have begun to lose the ones I held dear, it makes me search for reasons why we make the decisions we do? What motivates us to love? What motivates us to sacrifice our time for someone else? What motivates us to reach out and do what’s right and good,and others to chose to give pain and hate? I share a few of the ideas about which I’ve been thinking. What is the cost of love?
The Minotaur
Do you rise or fall?
I have no sense of
direction inside your
maze, no certainty if
you will find what
you yearn. In the
darkness of winding
halls, do you chase
the minotaur? Does
your blood call
for his head or
do your ears crave
the public’s
accolades? Bring
the world this fierce
but desolate head:
the sounds of victory
will flee with the
wind, the world savors
only the freshest tribute.
Nocturnal plight
Nocturnal Plight
As dusk awakes the objects take shape
From vague outline to detailed vivid beings
Nocturnal sight alight peer at crawling delights
Mice, rats or even chicks that come in sight
My eyes wide open, I perch on the birch
Tis different tonight, I have no meal or bite
Ninety nights and nine in row I waited to
Dine with Gale, my blind date.
Scuffle and ruffle a sound too familiar