Monday, March 30, 2009


It would be music that sustained him;
long nights, and bursts
of breaking
the silence.

between sunset
and sunrise
his thoughts returned
to far-away people;
solitary beings, just as relevant as he.

He pauses the song,
and reaches back with his mind;

a calm container
of wishes.

`x~William / copyright: 03/30/09.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

"Don't Worry,... may never happen."

In my mind's eye, I can still see her;
a shimmer of doubt,

settling itself,
upon her face,--

recalling, with forgiveness,
every fearful prognostication,

falling upon the heads of children
like me --

her old,
wise eyes,
reaching past

those words--

so perfect in their comfort--

calling her
to task:

a wooden plaque,
indelibly fixed;

a gift,
she'd bestowed upon
the living.

`x~William ~ copyright-03/21/09.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Eternal Hope :


becomes busy

in Springtime:

Each word read
is plucked from another river,
inscrutable genius.

The sky
is a restful


till the 'morrow.

`x~William ~copyright 03/19/09

Saturday, March 14, 2009

THE Friends & Favorites AWARD:

Note: I've been doing some reading today. Ummmm, ...this is going to take a lil bit more time.

This is what the "Favorite" award looks like:

Stay tuned. ...after 12 a.m. (EST)....


Thursday, March 12, 2009

Friend AWARD ...from, Lil Bit !

recently, Lil Bit, awarded this to me!

Here are the rules:

“These blogs are exceedingly
charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”


Eight??? Okay!...I'll try![j/k...I have lot's of friends, honest injin!]

But, be-4 I list my 8 blogger buddies, let me postulate (extemporaneously) upon my dear friend, Lil Bit. She, in her friendship to me, has shown the utmost respect & has seen me through many of life's lil storms. Lil Bit is the kind of friend, who with humor & grace makes you feel as if you truly count for something in this life. She is a super, super, writer, and her gifts in "story-telling" are truly remarkable. This is a friend, who I've never met in-person, and yet, I hope to meet one day. Truth: This friend has extended my life.
I cherish her friendship. Thank you, Lil Bit, for being my friend.

Tomorrow, (Saturday night) I'll rustle up 8 bloggers who I either have as a friend
or, I'd like to be my friend (peeps I have commonality with; shared interests, etc, etc, etc)

[Lil Bit said, "Do with it what you will" :) (with the Award, that is.)]

In the meantime, "click" Lil Bit's name above, or her name in the side-bar. Go say, "hey!" me, she's a super person. Love you, Lil Bit.

`x~William/Bill. 12:24 AM

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Saturday, March 7, 2009



were all sweetness and light

there would not be a voice for generations."

Friday, March 6, 2009

Hard Lesson :

Have I said to you everything

that’s needed to say?


While the words pull at me,

a spent cigarette smolders in the safety-tray,

a car moves, screeching, up the road,

and, somewhere,

a kid confronts the probable conflicts of the street.


Have I told you of all I worry about?

All the worries of my mis-spent youth,

calling back to you;

recalling the presence of doubts and fears,

and the unasked tingle up the spine:

A darkened vision of the dead man,

lying next to a coffee table.


The memory of a loss conjures these things.


I’m clasping my chest, recalling the absence,

the shock, I felt

on a day like any other:

That empty chair,

tugging at me,

in its solidity;

the silence, encompassing the circle

of a hard lesson learned.

`x~William ~copyright, 03/06/09.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

When I think of her eyes, and what they take in...

...everything is just as it was and always will be.

She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;

pulling me closer,

endlessly, into her arms.

Somehow, we always awaken together:

Shared, merged, a fantasy, uninhibited, and sipped like a new glass of red wine.


Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.

Our merging,

has emerged,

in Love.

WHB~copyright 03/03/09.

note to self: drop those commas!!!!!!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Voices of Children :

Just for a moment
quiet yourself
and listen :

So much of unknowing
gives birth to a gem.


The Voice,
so familiar,
is cherished as Kin

for knowing
The What
The Wherefore

WHB~copyright 03/01/09.