My mind is the mind of poets They comprehend my ill Yet—ah—my faltering artistry Falls far behind them still There burned a familiar pathos There pierced a familiar thorn There thrilled a familiar fancy In those who penned before Still beckoning from their pages So eloquent the lines Whose tones like silk and … Continue reading Poets
The forest is a gallery Where autumn blithe comes painting With sweeping stride the countryside And finds me there escaping Summer wanes, my passion breathes For northern oak and maple leaves As red as life that pulses new within me Verdure flutters from the trees Like amber floating on the breeze There never lived an … Continue reading Autumn
Strokes with no rhyme, the shades of art The ceaseless longings in my heart In restless whine, the green of time I seek to hush its stirring Colors blur, afraid, unsure But finally believing Silent voices, brilliant lines By eloquence deceiving (?) Tease and stay by night and day As silk and satin dreams do … Continue reading Shades of Art
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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 artist, with her palette case Stood in the city square Her skirt reached to the cobblestones Her slender arms were bare And sprinkled round her naked feet Were colors of the rain Where she lingered in the twilight And before the dawn she came Not a shadow of pretension Issued from her steady gaze … Continue reading A Poetry Debut
The Longest Road 