His daddy told him that He would live through it: The girl who broke his heart But never knew it He knew his chance with her Was the remotest — She didn’t scorn: She never even noticed But this is how the world Is built, is wired: The inequality of who’s … Continue reading "Within the Lake – 7"
I hoped, if I could understand, And see the world for what and how It is, that I’d in wisdom grow, And be somewhere that I’m not now But mine has been a life unlike I ever thought could come to be: To stay outside the lake of fear, Only to find that it resides … Continue reading "Within the Lake – 6"
what great mystery the smallest waters may hold within first time eyes
When I knew Alice, I was mad. But I can still remember That she was usually serene — Not given much to temper — Because, she said, she’d known the touch Of sunshine, and of sorrow, And that she’d just enjoy the now And (maybe) fret tomorrow. We sat out in the summer sun, And … Continue reading "Within the Lake – 4"
The water is a world, itself; The sky a reckoning — I feel the earth now calling me, Its soil beckoning — The fire that was once my heart Has lost its fuel for burning; The water shows the changing sky In transitory churning, And I am like a memory That lives but now in … Continue reading "Within the Lake – 3"
Upon a golden heart may sit A silver plate of reticence; To say, to do, to fully feel — To flee from ones own innocence — These are the carryings of some Who circumstance will not abet To lead them to where freedom lives Away from waters of Regret
What fills us Came from the outside Yet’s our shape. We human lakes that Sit apart, In mountain shadows, Never still, Yet going nowhere, Ceaselessly.
She gathers boys within a storm She doesn’t know she’s making: She’s genuinely unconcerned For she is no-part faking. She has a life to live, she isn’t In attention basking: Approval, she needs not from your or me, And she’s Not asking
He gathers toys around him now. His wife and daughter lost and gone; A train set in the living room Each tiny house a tiny lawn A metal, plastic, textured world That seems devoid of heart or soul, But makes at least a corner where He can pretend he has Control