CULT

He found himself
in a difficult cult
being diffident
and indifferent
to an unthinking result
was his own fault
this sore soul was found
without an I.D.
only a leaking wallet
and all his funds
ground on a beach
in a poured out vault
sink holed into the sea
without a sound
within no soul's reach.

FEAR

A nameless void
in a peopled sidewalk
shadows link us
by halting fear
stirring first sight
of its elemental purpose
getting a strange hint
in a graven state
of mind alternatives
we choose a passage
in a flowered path
by wild hued roses.

RESEMBLANCES

Always to shine
yet hidden by trees
as shore bird voices
are unsettled on rocks
hovering to rise
early off the island
yet surface early
on home harbor waters
with a thousand tunes
from resonate sounds
of my own exiled longing,

REPETITION

Chastising oneself

on days of repetition

like a canary in a cage

avid for change

to break out and sing.

PERFECTION

Neglected harmony
willing to find justice
even in red vein leaves
and faces of a wild rose
by skinny river beds
a breath on a shell
springs up on the sand.

ANOTHER VENTURE

Feeling like stray gulls
exiled by the sea
intending to fly south
losing sun and breath
on a clear landscape
as dawn follows us
in blind light by leaves
powdered by wild roses
spreading the countryside
in absolute sunshine.

ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE

We are still calloused
for memory's scars
as Oradour remains
in our fixed picture
recalling us to remember
in every century
the citizen victims
of the fascist massacre
in the war.