Faith and Emotional Honesty
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Finitude Infinitum
A memory like Texas thunder Flashed behind my eye Where long ago, a camp light Flickered red on mountain sky To seem as though but yesterday Yet seem another life Is mystery and commonplace Profound, yet somehow trite For times of youth seem far and lost Upon a distant shoal Still I am young—or so they … Continue reading Finitude Infinitum
Spring In The Trees
At last I feel the hope of spring Lost in the arms of willow Beyond the blade, the bark, and leaves I hear with skin, and touch So long since last I breathed at noon So long since last it glistened Content to see To breathe To be To talk to trees And listen Continue reading Spring In The Trees
Jealousy
“Love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.” Song of Solomon 8:6 ~ Stale unwanted essence Seeping grimy through these ribs Gasping, shallow Gasping, shallow Even thoughts are ghostly fingers Grasping shadows Shallow, deep Where the worm eats out the … Continue reading Jealousy
Mockingbird Moon
What if poets are prophets–the mouthpiece of gods? And the songwriter pens as a spirit nods To the beat of a rhythm from other worlds In the womb of creation beyond Is all art but the cry of a mockingbird To a song that the heavens have sung? Can a man be the author or … Continue reading Mockingbird Moon
Remember Love
Over the course of perhaps two years, the seasons (like my life) waxed and waned with inscrutable contradiction. It had remained warm throughout the winter that year, only to turn cold in the spring. As occurs with many things, time at last revealed answers to the unanswered—another painful mercy. Yet for so long, it … Continue reading Remember Love
Reminiscence
Contemplating Clouds
It was one of those balmy southern afternoons, when sprawled in the park with my face to the sky, this piece of free verse was inspired. My drifting mind and glutted senses turned as they often do, to somewhat ontological musings (for lack of a better term). And in spite of my finite bewilderment, these … Continue reading Contemplating Clouds
Earth and Blood
You are of earth and blood, dear friend I am the sea and sky Two worlds within a universe One spirit and one light How in this vast expanding dark Did you and I collide? With stars and dust and fire burst You, beautiful surprise You pulled me down like gravity Your energy is mine … Continue reading Earth and Blood
Freesia
Today’s poem was originally inspired when my amazing twenty-one year old cousin was killed. It contemplates the strange medley of life and death, beauty and fragility, transience and value, that make up our reality. This simple little work is dedicated to all who have lost a loved one in the flower of youth. Continue reading Freesia
We Are
We are, on earth, the stranger minds The pensive, solitary kinds We are the eyes that gaze and pine We are the moments lost in time The silent star, the restless wave We are the souls we longed to save We are the hands that pierced our hearts And tossed away their bleeding parts At … Continue reading We Are
A Kind of Recovery
Your space inside is cleaner now Cubes of cardboard neatly stacked And packing tape As fragments from the ground return Levitating to my chest And entering Though maybe not in prior form They’re taking shape behind my ribs And thundering My blood returning to my veins Transform these wounds to jagged lines Along my skin … Continue reading A Kind of Recovery
In Your Hand
Today’s poem is one of my early experiments with free verse. Like many of my poems, it was born out of a painful experience that tested and refined my faith in the face of heartbreak. In my metaphor, faith is the cord that grows stronger when you cannot see ahead. Continue reading In Your Hand
Butterfly
Morning
I walked between the moon and sun Before the break of day And watched the painted sky converge As starlight faded gray The light of night and morn had met Within the silent wood Upon the river’s gilded face Their light I first mistook The rippling current twinkled boldly But her song was mild And … Continue reading Morning
The Longest Road 