Posted in Poetry on August 7, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Walking transforms destinations
oblivious to slight hesitations
as our feet move in new directions
a new beat begins to emerge
as our feet move in new directions
oblivious to slight hesitations
walking transforms destinations
Posted in Poetry on August 7, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I sat through the sermon
held your cold lifeless hand
as they told you God loves you
and of miracles planned.
I propped up your head
as you listened to hymns
and waited for miracles
to transform your limbs.
I woke you from sleep
to expose you to dreams
you replied with your eyes
“God is busy it seems.”
Posted in Poetry on August 5, 2007 | 7 Comments »
The Dining Room, by impressionistic painter, Paul Signac
Family Affair
Father sits and sips his tea
And dreams of me in lust
The cup reflects the shame in me
But keep it in I must
As Mother preens her greenery
She can’t be seen, nor does she see.
Posted in Poetry on August 5, 2007 | 2 Comments »
It’s lonely when the room is filled
with everyone but you.
No other voice has breached the void
that you have stormed right through.
Thoughts of quiet conversation
and a steady focused glance.
Filled with mutual fascination
Fates will rarely grant the chance –
For the magic and the music
To engage in blissful dance.
Posted in Poetry on August 4, 2007 | 4 Comments »
A Sing-along with no words
Melodies from a sick mind
Twisting, turning muted notes
And saying nothing.
Note: The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables made of of four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.
Posted in Poetry on August 4, 2007 | 2 Comments »
I never have been one it seems
To roam and lose my head
But one spring day I wandered off
And nurtured seedlings, bright and soft
In someone else’s bed.
As I watched the seedlings sprout
Through countless days and hours
I imagined their bright autumn show
Knowing as I watched them grow
I could never claim the flowers.
In that bed of flowers, grows [...]
Posted in Poetry on August 3, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Let us always remember the roses
and the thorns be a thing of the past
for a rose, though perfect in its time,
was never meant to last.
But better we recall the hue
of beauty on the vine
than shy away
for fear of thorns
Another rose.
Another time.
Posted in Poetry on August 2, 2007 | 2 Comments »
I don’t conform to formal form
Or disguise my words with words
I simply write about the norm
Be it abstract or absurd.
For it matters not how true your truth
Or how well you rhyme your rhyme
But rather if someone other than you
Has a clue what’s on your mind!
A maze of words misunderstood
Though a beautiful thing to behold
Cannot do [...]
Posted in Poetry on August 2, 2007 | 4 Comments »
New leaves glisten
on air that’s still
the bird sits on
my window sill
and sings a song
that makes me long
to fly with him at will.
Posted in Poetry on August 1, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Blue
Reminds me of
Feelings that you’ve left me
To deal with and to contemplate
Alone.
Posted in Poetry on August 1, 2007 | 4 Comments »
I once was the boss
of a very fine crew
they worked hard they did
making fabric of blue.
Would you call my Dad
and tell him for me
that I’m a big boy
not to worry ’bout me.
Sometimes we made pink
but that was sent out
I don’t know where I am
can you please let me out.
I must call my mother
she’ll be out [...]
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