Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Tan dress between buildings led me to meat our “conference” so many years ago.Tan dress moving fluent told instantlythat home was just where I needed to go:I never fully put it together, but this is (or was) incredible stuff – it was you who showe… Continue reading →

Should I remember that it was your backthat led me into feeling collegialin this academic “world” full of lackand of itself, making loves vestigial?The vestige of love, for you and for Art, evokes an ocean of pity in meand compassion for your twic… Continue reading →

Don’t step on the grass; it is the ocean.The guard barks orders with inverse logicas the garden park closes, emotiondoes too, before sunset – omen tragic:As night falls down, a future is dreamed up with an apparent return to the Sourceof the promi… Continue reading →

Faith is the highest degree of true love.It is the essence above the flowersthat lingers like time and glistens like toughleather after a night of rain showers:I stand over flowers and draw deep breaths from the purple aura that surrounds me;this … Continue reading →

On the day of your wedding, please save methe bouquet. Do not toss it randomly.I need to recall the love you gave memore than she needs a sign of what might be:Please give me the flowers. I will freeze them. It was I who watered and sang to them.A… Continue reading →

Each word is a petal on a bouquetfreshly given to you by noble hand;whatever you do not throw awaythe message before its meaning was planned:The stems (before you cut them) are my thoughts, and you can prune them however you like,but do not touch … Continue reading →

Gaze and gander at these humble poems,dear friends and fiends alike! I write for you,though through my own private stirrings, so humsthe vibration of love in me for you!Each sonnet casts light on a dark corner of the Truth as my mind’s wordgames r… Continue reading →

It seems like spring is finally breakingthrough! And with it new flowers to collect!New stems to cut, new dreams for the taking,new passions to taste, new scents to respect!:We have new pages to turn, like Paola and Francesco, swooning juntos over… Continue reading →

What sweet madness we possess when straight time is at our throat;our breath flows under duress;pure respiration is a threat:Inspiration is release,so find your form and do begin to set intentions to the East,where lunar cycles do begin:Sun and Lu… Continue reading →

I am a distillation process,turning sage leaves into fragrance,turning disgusts into knowledge,turning chaos into arrangements…Of flowers, dreams and truths, I am the mystery extracted,the essence of our youthsstrengthened strong but not protrac… Continue reading →