Category Poetry
Falling Backward
Close the curtains, wrap yourself in blankets by the fire. Close your eyes, gorge yourself on advertisements and artificial additives. Consume the curtains, console in the privacy they afford. Consume the blankets, digest the comfort filled with down. Turn your eyes, flicker like the lights flying off the TV. Tune your mind, out; power down the […]
Brittle Bodies
Leaves sail across chilled concrete slabs. They rattle like etching glass. As they move, dictated by currents, become slaves to the breeze. A hollow, plastic ball tumbles; echoing the emptiness of evening. Wilting flowers, once the essence of spring, become the decay of fall. Goosebumps erupt. Teeth chatter like a lid under pressure. The weak […]
The Cost of Clarity
Feelings flow; they come in waves. Like wet clothes we tumble, and a loose shoe shows wear. A baggy shirt proves nothing. The purpose it serves us is covering a bottomless pit which sits inside our stomach. The soul’s hole grows slowly. It swells in size while we try to hide it. Its drawn […]
The Seasons
The lone willow waves when warm winds whisper. Her arms sway away rays embracing graced faces. These green leaves leave me in disbelief, and lead me to believe that we need to breathe more and think less. Her grounded roots wrap around rusted buckets. Perched birds chirp in perfect pitch. Summer’s heat leaps on fleeting […]
Until The Right Thing Comes Along
Nights on the porch are getting shorter. The sky is getting darker, and the metal chairs less comforting. Pillows, tea, and a fireplace make resting easy. Fingers have more flex and time becomes less noticeable. It feels good to have warmth, love, and a place to sleep. Cabin fever is the only thing to fear.
Ithaca
Dead leaves float and fall As the ground hardens and chills A cool breeze clatters As nature turns her shoulders The sun fades without remorse
Eternity
Heaven holds her breath While saints usher children home Dreams of white blankets Lead stargazing mummies free The comfort of silence calls
Life on the Ground
I’m held together By clouds of smoke and water A weak body stands Like A flower without roots Dancing subject to the wind
One of those Days
(5-7-5-7-7) Lonesome winter nights Echo distant memories Disappearing sounds Fade against a head on wind Life is a vacuum of time
Wait
Opportunities I must learn to catch my breath To hold my tongue still Vested patience begets truth A moment is worth their weight