By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if…
By: Bruce Levine For Jane Forever heldA piece of my soulFloats through the universeSitting on your shoulderLasting ‘til the end of timeLike the waters of a springFlowing from here to eternityCounting the daysBy scores of millenniaIn everlasting love
By: Bruce Levine Time standing stillThe range of motionSuspendedBy a diversity of catalystsEach longing for fulfillmentAnd yet envelopedIn their own evolutionPersonal and professionalUnificationWatching a ticking clockWaiting for minutes and hoursTo passAs the clock ticksYet the hands remainMotionlessAnd time stands stillLingering…
By: Bruce Levine It took Reggie an extended period to get all of his books organized just the way he wanted them. While his system was based very loosely on the Dewey Decimal System used in libraries, his subdivisions were…
By: Bruce Levine A two-season yearSpring and fallYin and yangFrom budsTo bountiful flowersAnd paleTo dark green leavesThen the changeJust at the peakOf perfectionAs the days recedeAnd the glorious colorsOf fall appearReds and yellowsOrange and goldAnd the leaves fallA full cycleTo…
By: Bruce Levine Floating through timeLike a meteor floating in spacePropelled by gravityPulled without free willOr choice of directionLost in circumstances of fateHeld in the hand of the unknownBetween light and darkAmidst shades of grayThat no longer offer resolutionRoadblocks sprinkled…
By: Bruce Levine Jeffrey sat at his computer and wondered what he should do next. He’d caught up on everything that needed catching up on and now it seemed that the only thing to do was take a nap. The…
By: Bruce Levine It’s said that many people, as they get older, tend to look back on their life, almost in review. I’m not one of them. I don’t look back – I look forward. I believe in moving forward….
By: Bruce Levine Winter chill at the river edgeWater racing over embedded rocksSnow white curls on the flowing tideA morning walk with my dog Sunlight glaring off the water’s surfaceRefracted light making pools of colorGhosts of shadows line the rock…
By: Bruce Levine Plan “C” Janice and James were spontaneous. They had many things they regularly enjoyed, but could easily take a detour and discover an adventure. When one plan failed, for whatever reason, a quick turn, physical or otherwise,…