Dean : Writing

         The Open Road

The Open Road

A Poem by Dean


There it is,and swept along, the common windof everyday reality, leadingthrough the metaphysical andto infinity. There, and just for us.It is too soon..
          Facing It

Facing It

A Poem by Dean


I do notbelieve in God...There, it is said.But before you throwyour hands into the air, I testify, "God Is"and that is quite the fairassessment of wha..
          Revision

Revision

A Poem by Dean


(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poemusing at least two words from those suggested. I firstused six out of their list. Now, here is my..
       The Child is Father of the Man

The Child is Father of the Man

A Poem by Dean


So Wordsworth knew, for every manwill carry still that child within himas he grew, and molded with an insightfew will trace beyond the purviewof his r..
        Travels in the Subjunctive

Travels in the Subjunctive

A Poem by Dean


If I could just step back in timeI'd sojourn by a waterfall, and every morningI'd drink of all the beauty and the mysterythat it affords. I'd note wit..
     Credo on the Dignity of Humankind

Credo on the Dignity of Humankind

A Poem by Dean


Credo on the Dignity of HumankindMy task isto liveto loveto die like that.Hallelujah!It is enough. ~
       Cold Keys, Warm  Art

Cold Keys, Warm Art

A Poem by Dean


Speak not of the bellsringing out from the tower,but the man with the powerof his feet and his fistson the pedals and leversat the top of the stair, S..
        The Tears of no Contrition, no Regret

The Tears of no Contrition, no Regret

A Poem by Dean


It is to take a second lookat that which might have been...and know it is an art of false pretense,that never will resolve the tragedy of loss, where ..
       When you Breathe Upon my World

When you Breathe Upon my World

A Poem by Dean


the very act becomes my inspirationfor it tells me that you live,your vitality still testifies of art,of love complete with beauty of its own.It sings..
         Puttering in the Mind

Puttering in the Mind

A Poem by Dean


Today I thought of thought itself,of all its joys and failingsto be sure, but mostly of thewonder that they take me to,the countless things that opent..