the poetry of Charles Fry

julian

1995–1994

For You

I found this Rose
while wandering
through the garden
as the sun rose
this morning

I picked it
for You
so I could again
see your
precious smile

I placed it
in an antique vase
so it would
be fresh when
I gave it
to You

and now your
glittering eyes and
lingering touch and
soft sigh of thanks
have lifted my heart
with the joy of Love

Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace

the poetry of Charles Fry

belle

2007–2002

dada

2002–1999

sundance

1999–1997

frere

1997–1995

julian

1995–1994

stone

1994–1993

For You