Wars and disease may be the cause Of some man’s expiration Yet isn’t it true that most of us live In a state of quiet desperation? Imprisoned as we are by the bore of routine Immersed in a quagmire of rut Holding the mentality to break clean away But lacking in courage and gut. We […]
Just two people, standing still. Alone the two, upon the hill. Sun shines down and seems to say, “Come walk again with me today.” Soft breeze blows and seems to know, They’ll be together, wherever they go. To feel the warmth throughout the day. The touch of love with no need to say.
The trees were pretty on Saturday. You were young and clean. Beneath the boughs we walked, On grass bright with green. Your hand in mine was placed. A lovely shoulder touched my arm. I smelled the sun on your hair. I sheltered you from harm. Grass grows. Lovers walk. Love grows. Such sweet talk.
In this month darkness comes late leaves glisten for hours in waning light breezes calm the heat a fan purrs in the room while cats sleep belly up miniature moons dance on a wall then disappear the roses in the vase swell and unfold petals curl then drop too soon the peaches too soft the […]
We are, all of us wholly unto ourselves existing, as a thread somewhere between nothingness and eternity. The choice, as to the weaving of the thread, and its colour is ours.
A romance of the mind Ah, that’s the thing A fantasy in flight Like a bird on the wing. Free Of limitless scope Of extended potential An only chance To be something essential. Not existential. Of me, let it be said That I fell Attempting to get off The carousel Of time. And that my […]
It’s changed now, that street we knew. Gone are the ones we knew there too. The walks we took at the end of the day. Quiet words that we used to say. Holding hands as through windows we peered, At the puppies on wobbly legs as they reared. A myriad of shiny glass to browse. […]
Scars, Some from here. Scars, Some from there. The scalpel slipped, Missed where to land. Caught by the tape, The rubber gloved hand. Tooth scars once felt so, Now lines held numb, By the left eyebrow, On right knee, and left thumb. Another unknown, Another on right knee. Time, age, and care, Must search for […]
(Editor’s note: The Herald received word last week from Poet Laureate Johanna Ely that Frances Jackson died June 14 after a period of illness. Jackson was a long-time member of the Benicia First Tuesday Poetry Group and won the Benicia Love Poetry Contest in 2015. Details on her memorial are still being worked out, but […]
Her eyes, her eyes, her dashing eyes, Full of life and glowing surprise. Growing wide, as in the dark of night, Whenever life brings her delight. Quiet with feeling, and wet with tear, When the sad refrain of a song she would hear. Laughing and flashing with strength and fire, Speaking her love and her […]