Category Archives: Emotions

I See Her. On seeing deaths in Eastern Ukraine, people fleeing, where a democracy should have spared them.

St. Brigit's Cross.
St. Brigit’s Cross.

When I see her

A freeze frame

On digital air

Pain passes pity

As in strife

She turns to let go

A last glance at life

She leaves her elements

To earth’s seas and stars

Never hearing, soothing laments.

I see her, I see our life, there.

She is, you, me.

Her lost love

Taken by stealth

No blessing, no comfort.

A witness to death.

A record, an image

For posterity’s breath.

Her soul, for safety,

Joining souls in ether’s air.

Her life,

Life’s dear wish. Lost.

As society flees,

Rage and

The River of Life.  Runs to the Sea.
The River of Life. Runs to the Sea.
Mother and baby
Mother and baby

Blood red seas.

Evil has stolen

Her human dress.

Evil has left,

Love bereft.

Criminals cut love’s tender root.

Cruel hate

War’s crushing truth.

War’s command fears flight.

As love beams light,

Through dark cold night.

A lighthouse lamp

Shines laser white.

For her, forever, for everyone,

For love is infinite.


May Flowers by the Bay.


As daffodils do

So cherry blossom too,

Flowers illusion

Only to leave with the wind in confusion

Her blossoms generous

As time is not

Tears as days

Like rain, cannot last.

As breezes blow

Petals follow her mast

Petal strewn paths

Lime green grass.

Cotton white sailings

Over a dazzling sea

Billowing clouds rise

Horizon’s silver align.

Sail clouds drift

Skies bright blue

Drifting, drifting,

She thinks of you.

Shell pearl illuminates

Shimmering sea glass

A painting for Venus

As spring floats pass.

A mirror sees a moment

On blue clouded day

Mayflowers, reminders,

For love by the bay.



A girl, a woman, a mother Hot tears fall Time has past Remember all Nothing did last Waterfalls flow Over rock Over soft green fern Eros’s arrow Satin petals’s of sorrow Velvet pink rose Flows upon winding streams White light beams On distant snow Tears of light Silver and gold Silent in the blue Blue womb of night.


Willow 4War circulates

Through time and tide

Through life, aeon’s of life

War raises ugly ghosts

Profits and structures

Structuring shapes

Brutal thought

Obsession and wealth

Cleaves, carves blue graphs

A hideous planet

Replica of

Unimaginative mind

Held captive

To control in uniformity

Domination’s game

Boring and insane.