I Call: a poem reflecting on loss for Peter R. Hallock (1924–2014) I call to the man with pursed and puckered lips, deep in thought, who wore the same warm, enveloping cream turtleneck and green-gray sport coat for decades, who wore out several pair of drugstore reading glasses. I call to the man who lives in […]
Category: Personal
Sonnet II: Advent Blue
The world moves onward to new Advents – blue: the hue of death, depression, dark – what grief! And yet – of ocean, sky, and berries sweet the hue. Processions, choirs, and clouds of incense meet. Enormous banners herald light to come, but your departure makes this Advent bleak— the heart, so hurt, by loss […]
And back again
Bright orb crossing the heavens, morning changes to evening— and back again. Eternal, ageless, and yet, still marching through time. The sun declares anew every morning that LIFE MOVES ON. Growth turns to decay— and back again. Life turns to death— and back again. Clear skies change to rain— and back again. Summer fades to […]