Photo "Garden Laborers"

Photo taken by Mark R. Day in his garden 6/20/11 using Cannon Power Shot SX100IS; Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved

Poem "Musical Memory"

Seated in folding chairs the residents filled the small auditorium.

The orchestra, in black, hurriedly prepared themselves for the task at hand,
and without more than a murmured comment . . .

Immortal sounds filled the space!

The song quickly subdued the assembled mass;
relentlessly stirring memories of summer evenings long past.

Aged eyes, enlivened with the sound of youth once more sparkled wryly,
and hands, which so recently were cold and bent with pain, clapped now in unison.

What mighty power was unleashed in the mass, for pain was replaced by a sense of pleasure,
as warmth infused the body and age seemed to be washed away in a flood of reverie.

Music!

Music!

Immortal, unchanged, defying time, a pathway to forgotten yesterdays and memories,
which swell up from the souls of all humankind.

Senses, filled with the sensual fragrances and feelings of forgotten deeds,
and for an hour or an evening we can relive our lives once more.



Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved

Poem "The Constant Clock "

Tell me, my willful master suspended as thou are upon the wall, why do you toll your bell?

Can you not leave me be?

Your march is swift, the drum beat quickening, and of a rhythm, which bedevils mortal man.

Can you not slow the pace?

You are the unstoppable, insatiable, commander by whom the days of mankind are scheduled and measured.

Can you not relent but a little?

Nay, I know you cannot

For a man is a momentary figure, transient and finite to you

No slowing shall there be,

There is nothing left to say

 But Adieu my master,

Adieu!


Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved