Nolo Segundo : Writing

The Sadness of a Secular World

The Sadness of a Secular World

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


We so-called 'moderns' believe we are so advanced, yet look at the great unhappiness all about us: with myriad numbers of drug OD's, murders, suicides..
An Aging Wife

An Aging Wife

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


I look at her and I can seea woman approaching slowlythe land of old age, hernight-black hair invaded bylonely grey strands, stragglersof an approachi..
Contemplating time, God and my soul on my 70th birthday

Contemplating time, God and my soul on my 70th bir..

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


70 is a milestone birthday where feelings of time running out, of mortality, cannot be ignored.
AS SACRED BECOMES THE PAST

AS SACRED BECOMES THE PAST

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


As sacred becomes the past,the old times laugh youth away.The words, the music thrilled uswith elated visions of life, and weremember her lonely seduc..
I HAVE BEEN TO PLACES OF GREAT DEATH

I HAVE BEEN TO PLACES OF GREAT DEATH

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


Traveling to a place where thousands of lives perished violently in a short time period makes one naturally ask questions about good and evil, life an..
What To Tell The Children

What To Tell The Children

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


Each generation truly comes into this world naked in both body and mind. Do we really pass on the wisdom the young will need to cope with life that is..
Into the Cloud of Unknowing

Into the Cloud of Unknowing

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


The title and theme were inspired by a tract written by an unknown monk-mystic in the late Middle Ages.
For I Can Hear Life

For I Can Hear Life

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


It seems a natural irony that only as you approach the 'last lap' of your life's race will you fully savor its innate beauty. ..
The Old Tracks

The Old Tracks

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


The kid within this old man still loves trains, and for many years has thrilled to hear the particular beauty of a freight train's horn as it approach..
Musings...

Musings...

A Poem by Nolo Segundo


If you live long enough, one day you may wonder, Did I do all I might have with what I had?