The nakedness of winter lies heavy upon
the tolling Sunday quietude
Shed  leaves perish into yesterday
and the dream of another
dawning  someday wanes

The  sun ― lay low
the drudging  ashen  skyline  
Barerd emerald moss scaffolds
draw much more distantness
to the pallid shadowed horizon

The evergreens step forth,
roots grasping sacred heart,
soil  and  rock
In the swelling aloneness
you can feel the grain
of  the  heartwood
rooted in your soul

There are no hard feelings
but there's an enduring ache,
like a tree with a rotting limb
languishing  within
its blackened bark sacrifice

It's not just the grinding time
that slips away begrudgingly;
more of the same takes a toll 
as if another unrung belfry hour
in an empty bell tower
without a song rang out in vain,

peeling  reflections
of reluctant hours  c r a w l  by
in the insensible apathy

A so called holiday passes ―
its footprint bears down
hard  and  deep
as if a paling winter rose
grieves its own passing

A dry wishbone unbroken
lay bare the poignant
truth  it  holds;

it takes two to make
this wish come true


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Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung
Prayers unsaid
Hymns unsung

Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred
Sky unrained
Birds unheard

Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed
Bough unblown
Leaves unshed

Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed
Bed unseen
Stone unnamed

Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped
Flowers uncut
Life uncropped

Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned
Nights undark
Days unpained

our salad days caper in the waning. like a twilight itch.
all the windows are all skies that parachutes shun
for fear of falling in the first place,
as heavy as a bell unrung,
we slip into oblivions as cautious as a rhino
at a campfire… while all the tents
are yearning…

for real fire,

I'll burn down this house of poems
and all the authors
out on loan

Make no plans about your book
your words turn
to ash and soot

Burn down this hall of rhyme
you have better things to do
so don't you be a waste of time

Watch the roar that will consume
your phony dreams
your pipe smoke fumes

Hear the binders snap and pop
every stanza
all that rot

Think of what you could have done
if all those letters
could be unrung

Watch the floors collapse in pain
these ruins remain hot
until the rain

Now get on about your way
and don't twice
about someday

And for all it's shame
let it burn down
Burn baby burn
in purifying flame

Woman Celebrities are taking a stand
young and old join the band

Is there a statue of limitations on crime
Let’s go back to the beginning of time

There witch hunt has begin
The bell can not be unrung

The memory is a funny thing
Versions of Truth unraveled by a string

Time distorts and changes reality
What was once accepted can no long be

Ponder this
Let’s be realistic

We can not change the world in a single day
There are many layers at play

The world is full of sin
Judging others is no way to win

Forgive yesterday, change today,  
Jesus teaches
As you Judge others so you shall be judged
He who is without sin cast the first stone