Sunlit Italy
Honeymoon in Rome
A little ancient world
Very far from home

Take care of my sons
Boring daily life
Courage in the Dread
Peace in the Strife

                   Viva!

Me quoting T.S. Eliot:  true poetry can communicate before it is understood.

She: it doesn't need to be understood. Poetry is a kind of shared privacy.

the isolation
     bell jar
     yo solo

David Markson
   Als Ick Kan
        Selah.

Friendships fail
wiser, sadder man
     small steps

Friendships fall apart
Nothing at all can last
Silent meditation
This too shall pass

Lightning over the Atlantic
Softfall lamplight rain
Wash away my blues
Santiago, Spain

             broken brain

Not too good at friendship
Mostly misunderstanding and pain
California Coast
I ride the Downbound Train

In my solitude
I just can't explain
Maybe GMU
Maybe Purple Rain