Statment: I received several entries to the dear john
contest, however, none reflected the ideals regarding this
subject that i had in mind. I did select a winner,
notified him and sent him his check.
The poems below sum up my philosphy with regard to attitudes we
should strive for when love ends.

reap the gold

and when we see
day's sun
spill it's blood
upon the dark horizon
passion cued to woo
lost loves forlorn

that dying splashes
blood upon the hills
scarlet hues
embracing blue

then reap the gold
that bands the oval orb
and in that crucible of flesh
purify the gift
still given

sonnets whispered

walking through a misty day
I think of loves I’ve lost
and loves I never could have won
the sinful ecstasy of pain
dark days when life
was just a monotone refrain
of songs that had no lyrics

remembering
rhapsodies echo tales
of Mts. climbed to crystal lakes
naked flesh foreplayed by sunbeam fingers
green moss and eagle cries
babbling like the brook we lay beside
until our rapture cries throbbed
through valleys below

each love I’ve lost
or never could have won
are sonnets whispered
on memory-winds