Words cannot express

When I lost my mother tongue I gave up my otherness It was important to me, once, I thought, to be different, to Avoid  the chameleon cloak of Conformity, the pull of belonging. When I lost my native language, I gave up the tribe to which I Was born, where I belong is Here, reflected…

Honestly? Honestly!

via Daily Prompt: Confess In an era of frankness (well not in the political arena or in our “civic” lives, but certainly in films), why do so many bio-pics present such a bowdlerized view of their subjects? Sanitizing and censoring the lives that the persons of interest led seems an unpardonable treatment. It may be possible…

Precious

via Daily Prompt: Cherish Cherish life, appreciate love, Worship, if you must, all that Lies before you, the golden Treasures of each lovely day Cherish memories, appreciate Everything you are given, The moon, the river, time as it Passes, like the waves from Shore to shore, all this is Precious, hold it close to Your…

My establishing shot

This would be my establishing shot The one that sets the place and the Character, facing Roosevelt Island, Connecting to Queens, the lights on The bridge twinkling in twilight, Shadows, the river deep, dark and Mysterious, waters moving slowly With undercurrents, the river establishes Without irony, without self-parody, as Serious as the approaching night, shadows, Not…

Quiet and peaceful

Sitting as old men do Holding court with Memories, sharing both Wisdom and nonsense From a life fully lived Yet far from complete Never accepting blame or Regrets, but sitting in Tranquility, peaceful Still yet like the river with An undercurrent, there is News mixing with opinions All that need to be expressed And heard….

Do you remember this?

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me Some memories amuse, others confuse, some Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I Have not served truth or justice, not…

R.E.M.

Discomfited by thoughts both cruel And urgent, ever aware that mortality Runs through our veins, darkly, ever on Edge, our cares not quietened by the deep Still, instead we struggle in dreams, as if that Beating heart might fail us, leave us stranded Under a flickering neon sign, night time should Be peaceful and sleepy, but…

The album

We will never be this young again We always knew that, but didn’t Believe it, until one day, looking At pictures of how we were, when   We were that young, smiling photos, The happiness blended with youth, We had to confess that time had Passed, happily and with the stealth   Of time slipping…

Revival

Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget  and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history. Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and…

Ephemeral

I wish I could draw, I would tell you so much more Of the sky, the clouds, that low- Flying bi-plane overhead, I would paint you a vision of The ephemera of a cloud with a hole Showing blue and closing slowly Disappearing into itself, breaking Apart and floating like an island But soft and…