More quotes by Beryl Dov

"Siesta Mud tracked from the rice fields blazon a pathFrom kitchen to cellar escaping noon’s wrath.A quiet siesta to break the ordealOf scything and sifting and spinning the wheel.Half a dream later he returns to the fieldTo seeding earth’s furrows. massaging its yield.And when Sun descends gravely back to her tombHe tracks back to the kitchen, the cellar, his room."
"Bridges [10w] Bridges are overpasses for commuters and roofs for the homeless."
"New Year Resolutions I [10w] Change my voice;unclog my ears;open my heart."
"Death & Poetry Nothing softens the blow of death like a cushy poem to fall upon."
"The Game Is Afoot God's buried eight jewels within my soul.Life's game is,'Remove each gem, yet find me whole.'The clue is,"Eight is one, and one is eight,no jewel's more precious,all equally great."