There is this Young Woman, a Vendor at store, Still young at heart, aged sixty-four. She Is sixty-four, if not a day more, and shuffles her wares from the oven. Her husband is dead, or so thought she’d said, or some time in life he’d left her. An old man, myself, my memory fails; in […] Continue reading
~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, the Sorrow and Laughter? What is the Yearning to Try? Why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust when […] Continue reading
The leaves of the Maple have fallen by now. All but the few still linger, somehow. Glory! in colors – green, red and orange! I feel I should know them; I don’t, they are foreign. And something as strange as leaves from a tree: A metaphor, Maple, leaves, memory. I knew them only as they […] Continue reading
~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading
~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading
~ Tonight I ate The last ripe tomato, A red cherry ball, The last of the vine. And by consummation Communion made The two of us one thing Of purpose and mind. Simpatico features Of late autumn kind: A cherry tomato, And last on the vine; Both, late and last, On some point in time. […] Continue reading
~ Awake! At three o’clock in the morning, I’m trying to get my nights and days straight. There’s six hours difference twixt Paris and Corning; A night-light shines on a watch still not set. This low dose of no doze helps to forget; one hour of regress won’t help it a bit: Today will be […] Continue reading
Might well be The last song We sing, From now, Unto Winter, And on Into Spring. No one Can tell me What the morrow Will bring; This much Of learning, I’ve learned If nothing. No one Can foresee What tomorrow May mean. No such Comprehending, Or so thus May seem. What comes Here, and after, […] Continue reading
~ I pass by your house, such a lovely estate! Compared to your neighbors, it looks you’ve done great. I’ve looked upon you; we’ve met face to face – Worlds upon worlds, where small worlds encase. Yet, both of us come from different directions – Yours, from a low life; mine, not that […] Continue reading
…. Alice E Henley, Let’s make this easy: She was born In Kentucky, Nearer Tennessee, A smart August baby In media res. Even when spirits Swear “Fin de Siècle,” Still it was ten years Into the new century. And Alice E Henley Had no erudition – Low education, In that part of […] Continue reading
~ A squirrel lie unfurled, from end-to-end curled, near a corner, on the sidewalk, by the street. My dog stops to smell, but she cannot tell what chance there befell her, she greets. The small gray squirrel now gone to the world, in soul, but body it keeps. One […] Continue reading
~ A young mother walking where young mothers go, she passes me by, my two dogs in tow. While talking to someone by cellular phone, a wide wake awakens the space from her home. She doesn’t go far before hears the cry, a young tot at window is wailing Goodbye. […] Continue reading
…. Okay, I submit I sustain myself. My Passion At Youth Once a High. And now, On track, In the last laps of life I find all of That Left behind. # But, The Mind Is still here! But I swear, Doesn’t care. It […] Continue reading
~ So long there good neighbor, My once would-be friend. I’ll never see neighbor again. As age-out advances It changes the chances That neighbors can ever be friends. Gone is the good day Where friendships will stay Forever on ever on […] Continue reading
when winter steps in the air becomes thin sunshine creeps into the forest ~ the blackbirds will come they have it their run no one there now will dare protest ~ life has all gone! it followed the sun none in the wake but what dearest ~ the blackbirds don’t care as strangers […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 