THE FIELDS I was playing croquet Outside the other day, With the senior league, Everyone wearing white, Limbs lithe, wrinkled but alive, Fending fatigue, The weight of sultry Sarasota air, With the sun now falling, much easier to bear. Next…
Category: Original Poetry
WAR I am the only one alone. The others in my kingdom Have heraldry and always Three comrades at their side. Although the Court Jesters Have only each other. But I alone am alone, always alone, In a dungeon, in…
ESCAPE ARTIST The sea surrounds me, Deep, dark, and cold, So black. Blending into the starless sky. I drift in silence, alone and calm, After the scrape of keel on stone. Then suddenly A piteous plea, A sound from someone…
THE GAME On low-lying ground, the children started a game With the vaguest of rules but a very clear aim. The object was simply to find the way home, So, with a bagful of clues, they set off to roam.…
MERLE TURNIPSEED Old man Merle Turnipseed Lived on a farm infested with stinkweed. All of his neighbors heartily agreed Merle Turnipseed was strange indeed. His teeth were green, And his teeth were few, His breath smelled like monkeys From eating…