Below is the poetry written for The Melrose Mirror.
Photographer’s lament
I have photographed the Notre Dame Cathedral at dawn By the yellow glow of the rising sun I have photographed St. Patrick’s Cathedral in the late afternoon Tinted by the pink of departing light I have captured the sorrow on the face of the Virgin on the Pieta But I cannot photograph the peal of a chapel bell The crash of thunder The touch of a breeze on a hot summer day The aroma of freshly made coffee at the local diner The warmth of chicken soup after skiing The smell of roasting chestnuts on a Boston street corner The first cry of an infant The giggle of teenage girls The voice of God July 5, 2002 |
Rhyming poetry
… a subjective opinion
| This isn’t the time For poems that rhyme. That time has passed. It’s ended at last. To revive it would be a crime. January 3, 2003 |
In the fog
… Lover’s Quarrel?
 Bereft She slips away He slumps watching her leave Dejected, confused, alone He wakes. February 5, 2010 |
Louise's People and Places of Massachusetts 