Death’s Encore

Person by person

Death settles in

Shrouding each coffin

Death starts to sing

Death walks onstage

Death takes a bow

Death does an encore

— death standing proud

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Waiting Silent

Anyone can love

the Mona Lisa or Pieta’

But a crumbling adobe shrine

in Kayenta softly calls

The history it has seen

marking seasons that unfold

Awaits our veneration

— in a silence yet untold

(Kayenta Arizona / Monument Valley: October, 2026)

The Circle

The end begets

a new beginning

to rise

amongst the fall

The circle

closing on itself

with life and death

— recalled

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Be mindful 

of the shadow

destroying

the self

Its conspiracy

of silence

hides deeply

indwelt

No light

or direction

can fill

its domain

With fear

as its captive

shading joy

— into pain

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Those who built yesterday

deserve out respect

The pillars we stand on

through joy and regret

Their essence our essence

as far as it goes

But tomorrow’s new title

— the past must forgo

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Hard boiled

eggs

are yellow

inside

What’s facing

forward

quite often

will hide

Life at its

essence

so often

unshown

Behind

every mask

the truth

— in unknown

(Rhymes From The Nursery: October, 2026)

The only sure thing

— is change

(The New Room: October, 2026)

The box

or its contents

depends

on the view

The fill

or the

vessel

their value to you

A pretty

enclosure

or bountiful

load

The secret

in knowing

the prince

— from the toad

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

People

without stories

are like dust

in the wind

The mark

of their passing

blowing lost

— in the din

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

The other side

of where you stand …

A doorway

marked with Yin

Revolving

with your entry

Where Yang

— awaits within

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Hell Hath No …

A disenfranchised

woman

is not easy

to ignore

A wave

that builds

but never breaks

— till burying the shore

(Deamsleep: October, 2026)

The Treasure

An hour of time

a dollar of money

The exclusion is mutual

like salt is from honey

Those moments so clear

never bought – ever dear

The treasure of life

— golden goose in the covey

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Blood Legacy

We don’t choose

our fathers

as fate has

its plan

A kindness

to some

but to others

— be damned

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)