Lost in the woods

Early winter mornings

Lackadaisical, lethargy

Where's the hurry me thinks

Years left

To write an elegy

Nirvana

Untempted by all the things that matter

rejecting all the things that don't,

all tangible gifts bestowed, rejected

float above the decay below

nirvana achieved in a mind uncongested

The Future

Held up aloft, gods on chariots of wind

Beheld by mortals in respect, and awe

For eons blazing across azure skies

Undefiled, pure. Heavens made the law

Destiny written on shredded leaves

Predictions of a future unforeseen

Tides of time. Passages through eaves

What will be. What has always been.

Mentally somewhere else…

Lost in transitions

Between this, and something else

Crazed anarchist images

Lay between dog eared pages

Drifting forests start to flower

The happy fate of tranquil thoughts

Let my Quixote be,

Mentally somewhere free...

In Whose Image?

Did he create me in his image?

Or I him, in mine?

Maybe after a billion years

Beliefs, the weight of generations

Will be fought upon, yet unshaken

Only faith, not one version of truth,

Stands the test of time

From Piet to Chaos

Dear Mr Mondrian, I do believe

The world is in rapid ascent,

from your perfect grids and straight lines

from perfect angles and unambiguous colors

from clear thought and defined confines

To the joy and freedom of chaos....

The Dirge of the Memory Keepers

Only a few privileged ones

Can keep memories alive

In sepia and gold they are stored

The good, shimmering deeds held aloft

The bad, with their souls, interred

Jupiter and Saturn Meet Surreptitiously to Exchange Gifts of Fire & Time

The need to be significant, yet irreverent

Totally dominates my mind

A whimsical object, yet wonderous

In its dark recesses, must the world find

Musings of a Wandering Minstrel

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