Sadness of Honor
Green the fields above Normandy Beach
Lawns neatly groomed ’round
Spaced monuments of white
Clean and peaceful
A reminder of honor
Young lives cut short
Promising tomorrows not to be
A memory of sons and daughters
Beautiful and dear…
Not to be.
Carlos Sc.
Sometimes
Sometimes when a bird calls out in the night,
Or the wind flows through the branches,
Or an owl hoots in the distance,
Then I become very quiet and listen.
My spirit drifts back in time,
Back hundreds of years forgotten now.
The bird, wind and owl were similar.
My brother of that time listened, too.
Listening, my soul is the bird, wind and owl…
A cloud stream flowing in time…
Strangely changed, carried back.
I ask myself: How can this be?
There is no answer…my brother is silent,
Listening to the bird, the wind and the owl.
He does not know me, nor I him.
We are quiet then and now…listening.
Carlos Sc.
Nothing More
Dark against the wintry sky,
Starkly formed, dripping of rain,
Rough skinned, gauntly reaching,
Cold, gray sky touching,
Having nothing, wanting nothing,
Knowing nothing.
No possession, no desire,
No opinion teaching…
Just a black walnut tree,
Nothing more!
Carlos
