I drove down to the Blew Eagle cafe, knowing it was risky, wanting it to be. Traffic howled on the bridge overhead. There were freighter horns and train whistles, boxcars in abandoned yards, and transient camps tucked up under the viaducts all around. Rain was falling lightly, just a faint drift, cool, soft gray. I…
Sungazing
I lay down on a sun warmed patch of grass upon a hill, And looking up to cloud-flecked blue, it seemed that time stood still. The radiating warmth had wrapped my form in breezeless air, My eyes closed quite unconsciously, my mind had not a care. My thoughts were racing outward towards the deep…
Choosing
To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream, To tear off the shingles For an open view, converse with hawks, Whisk out the stale air and leave The smell of rain, To untie myself from this ball-bearing…
The Fall is Coming
The sun glares down on me whilst the cold in the air gives me goosebumps, The days becoming shorter leaving sunsets with less of its colour and more of the darkness of the nights. Everything is meant to change, change being consistent in life despite the inconsistency that lies within. The fall, is coming. The…
The Prime Mover
On a journey Without signposts, Is Your unmoved presence, An indication In the causation of a wanderer, How to find azimuth If not in the true-blue act.
Go ye Moon
My life is so bright As I am enjoying the moonlight For the moon every night I wait for I know it will come up for sure I can see my beloved in the moon face With my eyes I hug and embrace Can you imagine the sky without its moon? It is like a…
Martial Warriors
As the northern breeze passes by the men in green spurt Through the wild trees, Some in anticipation, Some in trepidation, Striving to attain a single goal; To serve their nation! “Homesickness ameliorate with time” They were told, But to their dismay The happy ghosts haunted Their tumultuous minds. A thousand memories of family…
Lake cottage
On the edge of a lake, A cottage, Nestling among trees, A mere spec from the shore. Some songs un-born, Reside in a grieving heart, Seeking solitude in that Already-isolated community Fleeing from contact!
My Night In A Black Curtain
We wished to know Each other Like night and spoon. I hear myriad spoons Giggle night after night On prized tables, I hear unbroken sound Of spoons dancing in joy, At night. I visit a small town Every night like a spoon. In proximity, Road lights wink, houses Big and small, look scary….
She.
How beautiful would it be, If you remember, That I don’t like milk in my tea. And that my favorite poem Is Donne’s ” The Flea”. And that my whole being has been shaped By my living by the sea. And to bear in mind that Blue Forget-me-nots and Violets are never received with a…