A season filled with marigolds
Laced with lavender and thyme
Holly berries left from Christmas
Hung from transoms in doorways
Vestiges of seasons defined
Reminders of other memories
A golden glow in the mind
Replaced and redefined anew
Each solstice and equinox
As marigolds bloom and holly festoon

A journal entry left unwritten
Remembered and unsaid
Toasting a new beginning
A calendar engraved
With glories of the future
Brightly colored flowers
A season filled with marigolds
Laced with lavender and thyme

6/16/19

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Fighting the system
As impossible as humans flying
Flapping arms gets you nowhere
Except tired arms

Sending off resumes
For jobs already taken
Playing with websites
Games without end

Social media required
Smart phones expected
No longer choices
Society no longer cares

Making sane choices
An impossible daydream
Fighting the system
Precluding real life

Anger and frustration
A daily concoction
The system resembles
Hologram strife

No other system
To which we must function
Goodbye to the solace
Of yesterday’s life

6/10/19

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Feeling the wind in your hair
Holding the sand between your toes
As the tide washes over your feet
Holding your face to the sun
As shadows cast themselves on the pavement
The remnants of the day a golden glow
The early dusk drinking in the twilight
The twinkling stars invading the heavens
As the moon caresses the sky
And the clouds drift by
Like a blanket covering the earth
And you sleep the sleep of a baby
The innocence of tomorrow
Held for a moment and then let go
As the gentle breeze drifts across your face
And carries you forward toward your destiny

5/29/19

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A new day
A new life
Parting with the old
But never parting
Holding on to golden moments
Like a bee sleeping
In the palm of your hand
Looking toward newly made memories
In a Tiffany setting
Made of silver and platinum
Crafted by the deft
Hand of fate
Intertwining two lives
Like Rococo filigree
And sent off
To find their destiny
Amid the chaos
Of emotions
That can only be resolved
As one

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Complex layers of flavor
Melding on the tongue
Into a savory effusion
Of gastronomic delight

Courses surrender
As taste buds recapture
Moments of inspiration
And memories of other repasts

Aromatic sensations
Tantalizing visions
Perfection of presentation
Rarefied new tastes

Joyous salutations
To chefs no longer with us
Escoffier and Child
Purveyors of good taste

And to the future entrées
With keen anticipation
Long live the gourmet dinner
The multi-course cuisine

6/7/19

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They were waiting for the train

Not a word had been spoken

And yet they knew there was significance to their waiting

Circumstances had placed them here as much as led them on

It was their future, their hopes, their dreams, their everything

The train would take them home

5/3/19

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He waits
Days go by
Weeks go by
Months go by
Years go by
Promises unresolved
Time passes
No fulfillment
New hopes
New rejections
Once remembered
Once forgotten
Trying again
Putting it out
Painful reminders
Past encounters
Understanding
Confusion
Resolution
Waiting
Goals
Goals­ forsaken
Timeless reminders
Forever hopeful

6/9/19

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