My ghost opens the gateAnd I walk through.I glance up and smile,“That’s very kind of you.” He leads me down a hallErected in my past;Dark then eerie light,We reach the end at last. There’s a thick closed door,And I jiggle the knob.“It’s open!” I start,And he gives me a nod. I turn it real quickLike…
Category: Poems
To My Family
Won’t you speak to me?You didn’t speak to us.I couldn’t then, can’t you see?You’ve changed too much.We cannot speak. No, I haven’t changed at all.All I am is all I’ve been.All I want is all I wanted —To talk of more than just what’s wrong With me, with others, or with my God;To feel refreshed…
So Many Philosophies
So many philosophies,Thoughts and hypocrisies.Too many bridled dreams,Hopes, and silent feelings. They well up within me — my ownFaults and failings; theirPains and wailings; ourState of being, living, breathing — Let it all drop. Look to the light, And be. But what is the light?And how could I presume the rightTo look upon it? No,…
Curious
I’m curious, the truth behindWhat’s seen and what’s real —I wonder if we’ll be movedWhen all’s at last revealed; To think, the little hills upon whichWe stand with vigor and fight —That what we see as vital, could be(For weighty matters) rather light. I anticipate a shock whenThe vail lifts from my face;As I chime…
Gaslight
Your eyes, they darkenUnder the gaslight.The shadows danceAcross your lips.“Truth,” they say, butThe room whispers lie;“Day,” they say, butI swear it’s night. After all this time,Somehow dark is lightTo my adjusted eye;Right is not, andWrong is right. I start to speak,But your shadowSwallows the raysUpon my lips.And there you stand — youBetween the flame and…
Language
A phrase in one, no sense in another;By a graceful tongue, foreign ears shudder. Avec origine pas jeune, mais oui pour une autre;Un douce chanson, ou une forte morsure. Son misterios ya, revelados solo con rigor;Veces imitados por ruido, como el sol que abre la flor. Se lasciato nel sfondo, ammuffito l’oro;Se davanti la pongo,…
Idyll
I know these woods–They raised me.I feel the dry mossOn my fingertips as IBrush the rock’s face.I feel it as if caressingThe face of one I love.The rock is coldAnd the air still, onlyBroken by the soundOf falling limbs; the limbsOf oak and ash and elm.My old friends. Hello again.I drink your breathAnd it invigorates…
Double Death
A life poorly-lived,And then its end.What is the differenceBetween the two?Monotony is death,Slow and numb.Potential unfulfilled,Is death too,Cold and irretrievable.But a life well-lived—Well, there it is. November 17, 2021
Siren
Water like wind against my skin, my scales.I glide with each flip, each flicker; My tail,Long and waving like seagrass in soft current.I drink deep the salt around me; the saltThat moves in curls and swirls around my face,Between my fingers and fluttering fins.I slow, then stop to float. My hair lifts and spins about.The…
Bitter
Bitter the sound. Bitter the sight. Bitter the taste and touch. Bitter the world. Bitter the night. Bitter the broken and the best. Bitter then, bitter now. Bitter the lonely life and death. Perhaps instead, Let us look, listen, and let. Let us be the letters, That make bitter better As dawn makes darkness light….