Please, No Coins on the Grave

stolen youth, the ages mourn
sons, daughters of mothers born
hushed, silent those granite lanes
chiseled letters, a borrowed name
taps trumpets dirge proclaims
earth's green hills to reclaim
all good things from where they came
all good things from where they came

Notes at the Gallary

her face catches a wave of light
in Overflow

day dream, night shadow on a bed
in Overflow

his love brushed her soul, asleep
in Overflow

green coat, in the doorway, in the orchard
in Overflow

and he painted to end
so the end could go on
and he called it
Overflow

His Three Girls

kindest words said silence spoken
halting verbs, nouns, brown eyes broken
grab him, grab him, grab him I say
wake him, shake him, wake him who lays

A Stolen Image

shadows left behind
a fingerprint on time
stay to tell us what
it was you knew
in that photo long ago

a stolen image of you
a side view
cigarette dangling
smoke hanging
a silhouette
in an empty room

a black and white moment
another view
silence frozen
you were chosen
no questions
no judgments made

time blinked and put you there
in shades of haze
a soft texture
a complex mixture
of private thoughts
and colors within

an outside glimpse of an
inward look
no light escapes
photos fades
of memories made
one exposure
a shadow and you