Quill #77 - The Castle (1980)

It stands there,
Majestic,
Weeping,
Crying for a time past,
Crying for what was
And is no longer.
The silence hides it.
The wind explores it.
The shadows comfort it.
And,
Out of the silence,
It speaks.

Quill #45 - Fashions (2010)

I tried to help a young girl today.
She was sad and I tried to cheer her.
I didn't know that she wanted to cry,
Rail against fate, and throw her anger
Like shoes aimed toward minds.
My words inflamed her to greater sorrow,
Which befuddled me, confused.
I don't remember choosing emotions
As a monthly runway statement,
A daily garment of ennui.
Dramatic clothing, yes,
Not a cloak of drama,
Reactions but not confabulations.
I left her alone rather than argue.
That made her happier than I had.
She couldn't wait to complain how she was lonely.