Photo by Ward Jarman

           Curling Through the Journey

Joyful glides help you slide through

Life’s slick  paths of dicey ice.

Photo by Ward Jarman
Photo by Ward Jarman
Photo by Ward Jarman

                      Innocence Recaptured

 

Ah !  To climb . . . to board

this whirly-gig and soar pure

delight in Life’s flight.

                                    Visitation

 

A winged visitor

Alit December’s bare wood

Flutter feathers – gone.

Photo by Ward Jarman
Photo by Ward Jarman

                          A Deserted Chapel

 

In expectation my soul greets

My congregation of empty seats.

                               Entering Spring

 

Without leaves, exposed, we glow

Red hot passion in sunlight

Photo by Ward Jarman

                                   Standing Watch in Newfoundland’s North Wind

 

Hooded, marbled wood cover

Shields the cold cove’s old spirit.

                    A Mother’s Warmth

 

The love for all your children

Moves the sun to shine brightly.

                      Slapping Down Evil

 

Ordering my son to stand

in the corner with his hands

 

frozen at his sides

to cry dry-eyed-confusion

from loves profusion.

                                              Son Sets

 

Dreary eyes drift into sleep

after feet walked discretely.

Photo by Ward Jarman

                                                  Leaf

 

Brittle brown leaf knocked,

Smacked, bumped, banged wind-creaked tree-bones.

Autumn’s leaf – March wind.

AI image by Bernard Jarman

                              Binary Orbs

 

Binary dead orbs dance

lifeless entranced by chance

 

circumstance to greet

gravity’s need to lock in

greed’s dreadful deeds.

                       Blind Deaf Mute Self

 

Sightless Winter Born

Whose dauntless ears hear no sound

Yawns in Sunrise Blaze.

 

Would that I could give you Red

or Orange of Fall’s fallen Green.

"Earth" image by NASA
The initial photograph of Pluto released by Nasa. Photograph: Nasa/Press Association

                        Creative Endeavors

 

Darkness wants soft warm kindness

to flow from energetic

 

dynamic, actions

from particle collisions

that transform newborns 

 

into charged elements meant

to be joined in bright light rays

 

that will crave more chores

to sure up a more robust

diversity of

 

living entities to think

of ways to link opposites

 

into composites

of radiant harmonies.

From nothing — something !

                                                                Dancing in the Night

 

When the dynamic playfulness

of the female-male procreative dance

leaves

 

What will enhance

the dark hours predawn caress

kept warm under slumber’s heavy bed-cloak

where hot human flesh quests no longer

to blot out mundane routines

 

with cosmic convolution’s rhythmic replication

of Matter’s explosive birth

into diversity?

 

When Shakti sleeps

Shiva still seeks

to beat the Cosmic Drum.