NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS II

DEATH IS NOT AN ENDING BUT ANOTHER BEGINNING

THRENODY FOR A LOVE

                                                             I've been in love so long
                                                             With what I cannot tell
                                                             Yet I will contrive a song
                                                              For the intangible-
                                                              That has no mold or shape
                                                              From which there is no escape

                                                               This love a moment known
                                                               And in a moment gone
                                                               Is like the happy doe
                                                               That keeps it perfect laws
                                                               Between the tiger's paws
                                                              And vindicates its cause.

WORDS - PAROLES - PAROLE

WORDS I ABHORE

                                  Segway

                                 Rising (Rising Junior)

                                 Trending (Trending now)

YOUNG TO OLD

                                                  
                                                      Youth is a time to acquire

                                               Middle age is a time to consolidate

          Old age is a time to discard

Poèmes de Junesse

Mutability

Mixed amongst the earth’s age sand

Along a Northern beach

Are fragments of another time

Once Possessors of this land

Whose blue tinged Canton ware?

Given in love?

Possessed in pride?

Now lies along the lonely strand?

Perhaps they sleep

In the churchyard

Beyond the beach

A Whipple, a Haskel, a Poole, or a Tarr?

They keep their silence also

Their secrets of their shattered life's vessels

As the shattered pottery

Scattered by the immutable sea.

BORN OF A SENSE OF PLACE

A New England coast is;

Salt and granite

Sometimes soft but never constant

A New England heart is;

born like others.

But conditioned by a sebnse of place.

A New England sea is;

Always grasping, life and land.

Seldom giving, always asking.

A New England love is;

Closely held, too much moisture mixed with coldness.

Consuming passion to feed its’ need.

A New England life is;

seeking sea room.

Racing for its’ gray slate end.

NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS

"Life is merely passing time and the desire to be loved".

F. Bologna

"Live every day of your life as if it was the last - and someday you'll be right".

w. Allen

NOCTURNAL LUCUBRATIONS - I

      "Sunday nights leave strange memories, like brief interludes of     nothingness in our lives..."

  Modiano - Paris Nocturne