Many are the carefree moments; Many, too the troubled times — Hearts still working often wander, Longing for more temperate climes Feels like we’re not meant to settle — In, or on, or anywhere — Hearts still working sometimes falter Climbing toward some other air But — the heart can have its wisdom, Knowing luck … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 3"
The day you said you loved me, The sun at last appeared — But giving love seems easy, While getting it seems weird. The weeks flew by in happiness, How sweet, how kind the change: But loving seems so natural — Receiving love, so strange. Now months and years have proven you, And I should … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 2"
I meant to be a certain way. I had the whole thing figured out: The lines all written in my play, With nothing left to fret about, When you walked in, and changed the lines. New words flew by from parts unknown And left with me with all sorts, all kinds Of rewrites. Certainty had … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 1"
a luxury she won at chance, a view she never thought she’d see: the bushes and the trees a sign, a door into infinity a solitary moment spent along the edge in measuring how many heartbeats she’d yet had, while never letting her heart really sing
We wake and rouse the sound to life; A dressed-up, masquerading scream That pushes on us fear, and strife, And buries us in enthymeme — We do this without cause or force, For news is noise, and noise (of course) Reminds us we’re all in the trough, And truth, most days, can go sod off
The tower brings the earth to sky, The water brings the sky to earth; Maybe we’ll know it, by and by — The reason for our life, and birth, Or maybe, we are meant to be Twixt woe, and what’s uproarious In equal measures, to reflect On what’s above And glorious
The sky was bluer than the truth, The days were green with kindness, And what our limitations were Less known to us than now — And where we gathered, laughter grew, Like moss upon a treeside; We swung out on a tire swing, And flew when we let go — What made sense then was … Continue reading "What Made Sense Then"
An overgrowing path, a way of thinking through The verity, the honesty of all we do To put ourselves aright when we have fallen out Of use, or with each other. Long-forgotten route Within a season marked by signs of beauties left — For solitude’s a gift, while loneliness, a theft — This pathway’s seen … Continue reading "On An Overgrown Path"
Once, the very height of splendor, Wonder of the modern age, Now forgotten, rack and ruin, Wood and iron, rot and rust. Once, tomorrow seemed like singing, Hammers rang and voices sang: Now the wind is keening softly, Echoed in the swirls of dust. Now, the day is dying ghostly, Clouds above the fields, a … Continue reading "On An Abandoned Railway Station"