What power has a flag,
With stripes and colors bold;
Or no more than a rag,
Tattered, beaten, old.
Flying, it commands respect,
Swings at the gentlest gust; 10 more words
4 months, 3 weeks ago
An old fence remembers the paint,
But does it remember the painter?
The one who once, so long ago,
Remembered its second coat?
8 months, 1 week ago
Doors, oaken, never ajar;
Locked up tight with bolt and bar:
The church is not what it was.
Light through the stained glass slanting;
A raven in the belfry ranting: 76 more words
8 months, 2 weeks ago
The place where two lives intersect,
the home of quite a great effect.
A small piece, once broken,
shakes to life, unwittingly woken;
finds its place, another hole filled, 6 more words
8 months, 3 weeks ago
O dearest serendipity,
Once you graced me oft;
I entertained you tenderly,
Til you up and left.
That China plate a gift from you,
So many years ago; 35 more words
9 months, 3 weeks ago
What was is not what is,
Nor can it ever be;
Not even what could have been
Is or will be seen.
The past is in the past, 36 more words
10 months ago