Down the river there’s a ripple and a wake That doesn’t seem to end like it does in a lake. It doesn’t need a storm or a deep earthquake To shimmer and shudder and shiver and shake. Down the river there’s a mile-high sky That changes real fast as the rocks roll by. It doesn’t share a smile or a mournful sigh. It darkens … Read the rest…
I know you’ve heard love is patient. You’ve probably heard all those other descriptions like love is kind love is blind love is true love is blue But have you ever heard that love is snow? One day, as I sat in my college dormitory room in Manhattan, Kansas…I looked out the window and saw feathery, floating flakes of snow. It had just begun … Read the rest…
I remember an ongoing study, in a high school English class, on the implications, metaphors, and similes found in John Keats’ poem, “Ode On A Grecian Urn“. It wasn’t a simple class on which words rhymed and which did not. And I remember my fertile, young poet’s mind wanted to peer behind statues and doors for the hidden meanings. If you have a few … Read the rest…
From the time I became a Christian, when I was 13, I’ve had a vision of salvation as being like crystal. What I mean by that is the clarity…the clear, clean, crystal eternal life promised to me by God. When I was closing in on 20, I even wrote a song about it called “Sparkling Salvation”. I didn’t do a very good job, as … Read the rest…
One of the most beautiful and poetic lights in the sky is the crescent moon. Often written about…used as a logo…a symbol of different meanings to different peoples, it’s technically is just the sliver of light we see on the moon as it goes through a certain monthly phase. So, the crescent moon is just a phase. But don’t try to tell that to … Read the rest…
Do you have any sad regrets? If you’ve only lived into your teens so far, of course you’ve had sad regrets…and just about any other kind of regrets there are. Am I right? (imagine that question with a strong Greek accent) 🙂 I’ve been a singer and a musician all my life…at least for the time I can remember. Music has always…ALWAYS…played a vitally … Read the rest…
As I sit here this morning, looking at the yellowing paper in my old spiral notebook, it’s hard to believe it’s been almost 40 years since I wrote these “Forever Gone” lyrics. Yet, there it is in my very own handwritten print and cursive letters: 5/9/74. No biggie…well, sort of a biggie…but having over 40 years of poems, stories, lyrics, and songs is kinda … Read the rest…
