Written approximately 2002

If I were a dewdrop sparkling on a morning blade of green that somehow caught your eye for a moment, and then splashed to the ground and disappeared forever….well, that's fine….I would be glad you saw me.

If I were a lonely doe dancing in the woods, and you briefly caught a glimpse and thought 'that's beautiful' and then forgot and carried on with your day….well, that's fine….I would be glad you appreciated my dance.

If I were a dry withering plucked rose, uncared for and unloved as my prime had passed, and you imagined me in my graceful glory of past days, smiled, and then saw only my crusty fading face, well, that's fine….I would be glad you knew what I once was.

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The earth swells, and then rests.

Life giveth….and then clutches, often with mercy, and ofttimes not.

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                                I am the dewdrop, the doe, the rose.

Written in 1984

What is it that my heart rewards

A battleground and bloody swords

I cannot bear to think that I

Have risen to a sunlit sky

What is it that my mind can see

My age has numbed me constantly

But now I know my age was all

To justify my heart’s enthral…

…meant as a photographic scene

I know my life if I did glean

All that my heart and mind did know

A photograph of bloody woe

What is it that my heart rewards

A poppy field and shining swords

My heart has seen a new rebirth

A self-fulfilling gaping earth

What is it that my mind can see

A heart fulfilled relentlessly

And age a consequence of man

May well exist as timeless strand

And if a photograph can tell

The essence of a woeful knell

I’ll keep it in the past for I

Have reached and touched my sunlit sky