Poem: An Image

What power does an image posses . . . . . . . .?
 
Can it reach through flesh to reach the mortal soul of man . . . . . . . .?

Can an image enrage and confound the passions . . . . . . . ?

The repugnant can titillate and inflame

Enchantment can turn to burden

Horror and Beauty both can provoke the spirit

What power does an image posses . . . . . . . ?

The power to build or destroy.

The power to love or to hate.

The power of life and of death.


Written by  Mark R. Day 5/12/14.   Copyright by Mark R. Day, all rights reserved 5/12/14

Poem: "Life"

Laughter is a disguise for falsehood and love is the blade whose edge cuts deeply

Blue is the unfading and inconsiderate color of sadness while Brown is the color of rebuke and a blighted soul.

Life is the story of actions and consequences

For the human landscape is strewn with contradictions like laughter and sadness, love and rebuke.

Emotion creates a canvas painted with both weaknesses and strengths, which like shafts of darkness and light penetrate the heart and define  humanity.

Joy and despair, bitterness and Ecstasy are the sum of life, and they define the character of mankind

For good or for evil, we all must live, laugh, love, and learn as the fates allow us. 

That is the way of all life; past present, and future.



Written by Mark R. Day 5/12/14.  Copyright by Mark R. Day, all rights reserved 5/12/14

Poem: "Ode to a lost love of my youth"

I watched from the shoreline

As the gallant lady passed

Gray as death lighted by pale morning light.

Once again bound for the sea

My eyes beheld only beauty as she passed

Pleasant memories of comrades filled my mind

Suddenly the horizon engulfed her

She was lost to sight and cloaked by the vastness of the sea

To the Elysian fields has she passed

To Become a faded memory for she is . . . . . gone . . . . forever Gone

Written by Mark R. Day 5/4/14.  Copyright by Mark R. Day 5/4/14, all rights reserved.

[written as an expression of the feelings held for the USS Nassau LHA-4 upon the date of her decommissioning and retirement from active service.  Five years of my youth were lived out on her decks upon the open sea.  As they say you may take the sailor out of the sea, but you can never get the sea out of the sailor.  It may be hard for a landsman to understand the unique relationships that exist between a sailor and his ship; she was a beautiful lady and every man assigned to her loved her with his whole heart.]