the garden

golden gates
cut throat pools, precise
always hazy
reverie and drums
switchblade grass
clear waters, mirrors
sleeve drifts
the sunrise, reflections
losing focus
pouring more wine
sweet rhythms
trees, cherub fountains
soft sight
wondering, dreaming


Killed In Action

It’s a recurring scene I’ve seen in many films
Saving Private Ryan and Big Fish spring to mind
but of course there have been many others,
of a mother or a wife receiving terrible news
that their loved one has been killed in battle.
The blank shocked look and their legs giving out,
falling to be caught by the porch or the pavement
gets me every time, my heart goes out to the reality.