Wednesday, March 9, 2011
S O N G S
I remember thousands of songs
Songs from my childhood
Songs from when my heart was tender
Songs from when, al fin
I found my own true voice
The rhyme and rhythm of each
Catches something of that era
And I revert to who I was
When the words and melodies
Were etched forever in memory
The anguish of torch songs
Balm to my often bruised heart
Sophisticated lyrics of Cole Porter
Dressed my poor emotions
In the glitter of Broadway
I recall verses of bawdy songs
And many nonsense ditties
Which make my grandsons giggle
Much to their mother's dismay
I can't please everyone, now can I?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
FROM NATURE
I find solace looking at the sea
Each wave’s retreat from a beach
Carries away with it my troubles
Leaving me at peace
Some sites do this so well
They remain as revered shrines
Destinations for future pilgrimages
The Shrine of Limantour
The Shrine of Point Lobos
The Shrine of Timber Cove
The sea’s moods are infinite
Each admirable view, unique
Forever providing hints of
My place in the cosmos
Thursday, December 11, 2008
TRUTH
It is getting so we can only discuss natural phenomena in their own limited context. This must be driving philosophers crazy. “True” statements are now only true in their own neighborhood. At the onset of the scientific revolution, there was optimism that we would soon understand much about the universe and our place in it. Even after Einstein’s General Relativity, we still had hope. But, with Quantum Mechanics the ground beneath our feet began to crumble and Heisenberg only added to the uncertainty. Now, gravity has turned too strange to contemplate and the enigmatic dark matter and dark energy have in our time become the leading actors in our play. Ordinary matter and energy? Only bit players. So, what is our play about? Who the hell knows?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
EYES CLOSED
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
A WOMAN
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
TINY HANDS
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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