THE LOOK of LOVE, a poem

         

          The comfortable look

          of connubial bliss

          plays across her lovely face

          a familiar enticement

          to love again

          Her sweet eyes reflect

          my craving for her

          an unquenchable thirst

          echoing my desire

          to love again

          Can our intense love

          last beyond the flesh

          to break the limits

          of this mortal coil

          to love again

A suggestion: try my novel, THE HERO, on Kindle

THE PICNIC, a poem

         The blanket was spread

          on a farmer’s field

          off a country road

          one hot August day

          for my love and me

          The buffet of marriage

          to part or continue

          was laid before us

          the choice was easy

          for my love and me

          Selected each other

          for a prolonged banquet

          spiced by an ecstasy

          that lasted a lifetime

          for my love and me

          (Aug. 24, 2019)  

A suggestion: try my novel, THE ABSCONDER, on Kindle

THE SEPTEMBER BRIDE, a poem

          

          The September Bride

           an independent woman

           glowing with intelligence

           and contagiously happy

           I loved her so much 

           

            The loving Mother

             a dream is fulfilled

             love unparalleled

             then cherishing four

             I loved her so much

             The woman’s departure

              from a life well lived

              a remembrance of joy

              clouded by sadness

              I loved her so much

          (Ginger and I were married in September of 1956. Nine months later our son, Kenny, was born to her delight. She had wanted children from the time she was a little girl. We had three more: Roy, Danny and Carol. Ginger died in August of 2019.)

A suggestion: try my novel, THE ABSCONDER, on Kindle

            

DWINDLING, a poem

Another classmate has gone

a heavenly call from God

or sickly old age

no big difference

now we are dwindling

Yes we were young once

athletic bodies

and such pretty girls

happy were those days

now we are dwindling

What awaits all of us

a chemicalized corpse

in a concrete box

or scattered ashes

an unfettered soul

A suggestion: try my novel, THE ABSCONDER, on Kindle

 

QUIET REVELS, a poem

Smiling she steps through

my memory’s door

a slender young woman

bursting with happiness

filling my life with laughter

After three months overseas

she rushes towards me

across Kennedy airport

so stunningly beautiful

filling my life with laughter

In the sundown

of ending age

joyful memories

are quiet revels

filling my life with laughter

A suggestion: try my novel, THE DREAM DANCER, on Kindle

DREAMWORLD, a poem

Rapture ignited the fire

of prolonged deepening desire

with a loving intensity  

impossible to satisfy

in our dreamworld

The passage of time turned passion

into a smoldering landscape

periodically bursting

into renovated romance

in our dreamworld

Old age seized us

in its wearing grip

worn bodies remember

the sparks of young love

in our dreamworld

          (Feb. 7, 2018)

A suggestion: try my novel, THE HERO, on Kindle

MYSTICAL HOME, a poem

Home is for the aged forlorn

a mystical memory

of waking to mother

in the childhood kitchen

making breakfast

Waking in girlish happiness

anticipating a happy day

walking with friends to school

ice skating in the park

enjoying a hot chocolate

If only we could

fetch that girlhood scene

to the present moment

to salve the endless ache

for the mystical home

          (Nov. 11, 2018)

A suggestion: try my novel, THE JYNX, on Kindle