IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS

It’s been so quiet and still,
silence broken only by phantom
voices in my dreams and the sound
of my own thoughts in my waking hours.
how lonely it has been,
how sickened the heart,
how lost the soul
in the Shadow of the Cross.

Richard for Joe

Too many years now in the past,
awakening to a feast's fragrance
and the sound of kin folk gathering
as final leaves desert the trees.

The battle fought 'most every year
to keep "pluckers" from an early sampling
of turkey or some favorite dish
with resultant hand slaps and laughter.

At last a gathering around
the adult as well as children's table
while Grandpa offered up our thanks
in that still remembered deep bass voice.

ABOUT DYING STARS

The world is shrinking and from my window
alI I can see is an old mango tree.
I open the door and wait to hear footsteps
that will stop to chat a while with me.
the walls are closing in and every day
something else of me is taken away.
but my mind surrenders to my
changing worlds and I learn to love
the little things that still twirl
around my dying star,.

sometimes I wonder

why do we walk
and
not fly high up in the sky
and
even if no one does not read us
why feel so shy
they will at least see us fly high
a flag of Neos in hand
to be like a present from this wonderful site
will do
and
poetry coming in print some day
all will say why
did LOVEDLY
fly away