That Smile

Give me, Please
Another look
Just one to recall
That smile I adore.

Past Memories Linger

In my house once loved by us
In all the rooms
Where the children played their games
There stands on their shelves
The figures of their friends in colorful dress
All of them still together as of yesterday
Facing the door. In their eyes
A gleam of expectation of the return.
And I enter often for remembrance
Hearing the laughter in my heart
Filling my being with that joy
And I gently exit hearing their sighs.

Frosts Suggests

This has been hard--unacceptable,
     this life, unreasonable.
This grieving pain, extreme.
  Such measureless rising
over such un-welcoming terrain.
 The crying, the weeping,
a strain unbearable--
and justice fading.
The sorrowing refrains
and the heartless looks.

Printed in Reflect, Winter 2000

W.S. Kennedy, Publisher and Editor
Chesapeake, VA

SEED PULLING ONE

No terror like the terror
of slavery and we are slaves--
our bonds are our limitations
and the visions of saints unperceived.
The dreaming begun by the pure
becomes the distortions of the insecure
and the mouthings of madmen.

printed in Fine Arts Discovery, Fall 1970