Original Poems

How Tangible

It’s strange how tangible is lack,
How much reality
Is in the things we wish we knew
That never come to be.

The touch I’ve wanted long to feel,
The taste I’ve never savored:
They’re still within my fevered mind,
And that has never wavered —

It’s strange how very real it is:
These things I’ve never known
Are I’ll I’m left with, in the end,


Original Poems

Great Asymmetry

Again, love’s great asymmetry:
The surplus seeks the lack —
We find that we love someone who
Just will not love us back.

Again, love’s great, great puzzlement:
You find, as people fall
They often love a person who
They do not know at all.

In fact, it seems that many can’t
Love anyone they know;
It’s images they love, not people
As they are. And so

We battle our insanity,
And chalk it up to love;
Reality’s a better friend,
We know what that’s
Made of

Original Poems

Diaries of Another Summer (4)

Helios burned away the fields,
And tore away my mind;
I followed her up to the Emerald Watch
But she was not inclined

She longed for a man in a uniform
Who was now across the seas:
I followed her up to the Emerald Watch
With a new kind of heart


Original Poems

Unfulfilled Longing

She set up a tent beneath unfulfilled longing,
Slept on the ground where the mem’ries were fresh;
Morning was wet with a sense of belonging
To somebody somewhere, in spirit and flesh

Spanning the camp, she discovered a river,
Fresh flowed the water from mountains above:
Washing her face, she exhaled with a shiver
The unfulfilled longing
Of being
In love