who are you?
with your fey spirit
tossing about whimsy
with reckless abandon.
why do you dance?
unbridled and passionate
your infectious grin
a viral vector
spreading mirth
and convivial gaiety
reveal yourself
oh laughing sprite
oh merry shade
oh mysterious shadow
for i would know
your name.
– 1/17/10 – 50
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Sunset
your deep redness is a balm
to soothe sore eyes
vermilion and scarlet hues
dance with wild abandon
in the recesses while crimson light
splay across this painted canvas
until your majestic being
sinks beneath the rippled line
and all is darkness
– 1/13/10 – 46 #favorite
Hydrogen and Oxygen
hydrogen and oxygen
joined by covalent bonds
disseminate in languid trails
embracing the wide sky
curling in vacuous rings
glowing amber and vermilion
against a blood red sun
until the arid waste
of winter’s breath
robs its soul of being
– 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
I Still Miss You
i still miss you.
memories held tightly
are a bit of a surprise.
i’m glad in a way,
the pain forms an impression
like the hollow of a mold.
the memory is better
than the nothing i would feel
had we never met.
– 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite
Morning Commute
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape
the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city
blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train
a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company
– 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
Life Is Like a Sinus Rhythm
life is like a sinus rhythm
its ups and downs
beat in, beat out
the problem is the frequency
too fast, too slow
we complain, we exult
but what we really want
is proper length and amplitude
– 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
Frayed Seams
frayed seams and splotchy grass.
bits and pieces left undone
glossed over with memories
like sandcastle constructs
the story of our life
told to self for self’s sake.
– 12/21/09 – 20 #favorite
Calico, and My Fondest Dreams
you were my rest and i ached to rest
weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath.
i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers,
calico, and my fondest dreams.
we were so close to perfect,
but now you’re gone,
and i find myself missing you
– 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
Aural Shapes
feel the aural shapes,
soft and feathery light,
sometimes sharp or hard like steel
granite forms expressed on your tongue
tasted like things grown from the earth.
felt on your skin and in your spine,
goosebumps and a flood of tears
or a sudden intake of breath.
– 12/11/09 – 8 #favorite
Blow Wind, Howl in the Morning Light
blow wind, howl in the morning light
race down and through and round
the bare and broken city streets.
cold and furious, frigid and wry,
you wrap your fingers fast round
staccato steps and quickened heartbeats
– 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
My Son, My Son
my son, my son
i know the road you take
the fragile path, the long sojourn
the weary ache and pang of loneliness
the despair you sometimes feel
when you sink beneath waves
of fear and emptiness
my son, my son
i know
– 2/23/2012 — 190
taken loosely from Job 23:10
Soft Light at the Start of Day
soft light at the start of day
cold and gray, vapor strewn,
it dawned timid and reluctant,
falling light landing lightly
on the variegated cityscape.
– 12/7/09 – 5
Foghorn Leghorn
dissociative phrases slip in and out
foggy dew, fog lifted, foghorn, leghorn. ;)
creative buzz,
cackling energy welling
glad to be free.
free of the fog. there it is again,
chase the pent up rush.
ideas in a fuss,
hear the thrush! now focus. crisp.
clear, feel the clarity, contrasty,
images, razor sharp, like a knife.
now soft, fluid like water.
oh bother. chase the convolution
harry it like a cat and his mouse
or a bird and his prey
wait. where was i again?
– 12/3/09 – 1
Tonyia
my little girl,
i loved you so much.
i had such hopes,
sweet dreams of holding you,
playing with you,
watching you grow.
i felt you grow inside.
God had taken part of me,
and fashioned something precious,
something lovely,
exquisitely beautiful,
embodied of hope and love
but i lost you.
you were my little girl,
not to hold, never to see
unable to watch you stretch
your arms for the first time,
never to see you experience
this wide wide world.
you were taken too early,
a life, my life,
so short, so tenuous.
my stolen child,
my heart broke for loss.
when you were taken,
part of me was taken too.
–
This poem was written for my Aunt Barbara, who lost her first little girl (Tonyia) two days after she was born.
Indescribable
I desire to express an invocation
an elocution most profound
But my words escape me
The ephemeral nature of my heart
cannot grasp the discarnate theme
ethereal, mystical, divine
Cry out, Cry out, inarticulate tongue
insensate instrument of mans desiring
Let the heart give forth praise
indescribable
Unflinching
I have callously abused my Savior
I have used him, taken advantage
Without shame I have sullied His gift.
I grieve, but not overmuch,
I regret, but not egregiously,
And my shame remains
Too distant, too small
Too little, too late.
It all makes me feel
Unworthy, undeserved
Of His unflinching willingness
To love me even yet.
Concert
It smells of beer and suntan lotion
Not too thick, and the press of people
Strangers brushing up against you
Attentions paying more heed to the man on stage
He sings of love and heart break
Joking with the crowd
A distant intimacy shared briefly
Among complete strangers.
Little Girl Lost
it is difficult to express in words
or even attempt to capture the loss
of love stolen before fruition
of a little girl lost before her time
Selfish Pain
i found myself thinking today
perhaps i finally understand
how sin hurts. maybe this time
i wont forget, letting go of reason,
taking a plunge and giving up,
wasting love and precious blood
on selfish pain.
Death, O Fallen Angel (Death Be Not Proud revisited)
Oh Death! Thou vaunted fool, proud son of sin’s defiling,
Oft thought of as potent, supreme, and unyielding
How hast thou fallen, been debased and made servile
Those who feared thy touch, who you thought to defile
Will not be brought low, nor in dark oblivion sleep.
For thy touch, no longer bitter, is so very sweet,
And though the greatest men slip the bounds of earth
To rest because of thee, yet you are bound by birth
And the life of one man, whom you could not contain.
And you do even choose the time and station in vain,
Being subject to the beck and call of every beggarly
Thief, proud king, and common chance. In the company
Of disease and contagion, you pass your time, for you
Have no better association. Thy touch is soft in lieu
Of pain, as once it was, now dulled and sweetened till
The passage of this life, with opiate and dream will
Slip peacefully into eternal bliss. O Death, where now
Is thy vaunted pride. Gone, and no longer can’st thou
Escape thine own touch. O Death, even thou wilt die,
Eternal death for you awaits, when we see Him in the sky
This poem was written in response Trash Talking Death, a post written by Joy.