Pelicans drift with the current; sunrise scatters its golden flecks across the bay. Geese in formation navigate the skies; and as for me … I contemplate the day. Charter-boats tug on moorings; a grey cloud […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Month: January 2015
Chorus
Through chorus, we express the universe: as the single voice of a crowded thought; as spontaneous chant without rehearse; as the wisdom of mobs and witty retort. Through chorus, our communal silk is spun: as […]
Heavy Handed
A blunt instrument has its rationale: simple and direct; an obvious choice. It’s the wham-bam … SLAM … solution with snarl; the “said and done” answer in active voice. The mallet has enough nudge to […]
A Fallen Thought
I have swept the path of last Summer’s leaves; it’s late April, so prepare the parade. Salute the fallen; sombre Autumn heaves a sigh; recalls the cover of green shade. Now, on my shoulder rests […]
