Retouching the Canvas

I am not sure what it was- A calling, a desire, a need To start afresh; reborn- Washed down to white, A bare canvas to be painted on, Once more, without mark or tint Of what had been or came before And yet, in this new rendering, Each selected stroke And technique of life and […]

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An Ending to the Season

Is this it, Is this life, Is this living? Is this the reward for the struggle?   Is this all that was born from those battles won? Is this the result of those wild Winter’s winds And the all too shortness of Summer’s sun?   Is this it, Is this all, In a nut shell? […]

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Summer Sun in the Marshes

Three boys and a girl, Coasting carelessly From teens to twenties And coping lazily With hangovers Beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, Laughing amid golden rays That filled the most perfect of squares In the once marshland of Le Marais With it’s cobbled streets, Men of elegance And women- Who followed their […]

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Darkness and Light

And so, Once again I’ve put away Those tediously tiring, Hypocritical pretenses And prepared myself for a fall From the smiles and laughter And wonder of it all? At last, I’ve been permitted To speak and acknowledge it, Allowed to stop this world And finally accept it, See it, reject it Or perhaps, no more, […]

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