Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...

Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...

'Tis quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play...

How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestowed another make...

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...

Is it her taking, that deprives my rest
Of sweetly nothings offered by a sleep...

If love is equal to the fame it claims;
To fame it has no great monogamy...

Worthy thou art of glowing praise - in all the...
so humbly I ode - an emotive rhyming bode...

Through regular paths I tread,
regularity soothes the ageing beat...

Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...

To lay amidst the sweetest ocean breeze:
And nestle me to sand a sandy bed...

Cannot sleep. Stillness not an option. The time of...
Living so close to an abundance of life, amazing...