david-l-thomas
American
I live with my wife in Richmond, Virginia and am retired from the work force. I enjoy writing, woodworking, blogging and photography. I graduated from Boston University (1968-1972) with a degree in English Literature. I wrote poetry while there and submitted it to Anne Sexton in hopes of being chosen for one of her classes. But no luck. I did see W.H. Auden read his poetry at Boston College however. Two years ago I began writing again for my blog Virginia Breeze. I write a poem every month or two and am collecting them to be read someday on a sailboat in the Chesapeake Bay where "my" ashes will meet wind and water.
There is a moment
When sunlight bathes the trees
And your thoughts
My dear, dear friend
Invade me.
You seem to love the morning
When our room is cool
And paper, pen and attitude
Anchor an old fool
Bowing fore your witness
Reaching out for lines
Winding towards your inner life
And sketching it in rhymes.
So soft your silent whispers
But clear and hardly grave
Patiently you elevate
These aging earthbound ways.
Why such generosity
Beloved friend of messy me?
Perhaps. . .
When time is near an end
And meeting on a star
You will share your name
Down here and how
I knew you then.
Until that day when music plays
Around and through our souls
We grasp the air and strain
To hear the cadence of your strolls
As we hope to be so still
And clearly hear your voice.
So busy we remain
Both supplicants and prey
Chasing our discordant days
Contradictions near your side
As sunlight bathes the morning trees
With songs of immortality.
May we always walk afar
Singing with a morning star
Reuniting earth with heaven
Brothers in this house forever.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
How is it possible
We are here today?
I remember silence
Before you sighed
And opened up my world.
Now the wind is all around my heart
And sand enfolds your lovely feet
Past and future moments disappear
As we fly
With many eyes
And wings upon the current.
They will find our shoes
And echoes of our cries
Between the waves
Children running on the beach
And days we cannot number.
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 9:23 AM UTC
I thought about your wings today
Your carefree laughter
Sun bleached hair
Floating from a tree
Over there.
Sitting here
I leave the windows open
Curtains twisting
Recalling tastes like wine
Decanting you inside.
Amber headlights
Through the night
Timber strobes
Make me uptight.
I wait for you to ring.
And will not shout
For anything
But writhe
Upon this bed
Chasing ghosts
Inside my head.
Joining you
So soon instead.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
The evening has left us
Quietly to ourselves.
I watch you move before the mirror
Releasing all the catches and the stays
The predictable moments and habitual ways
Until a lamp light soft reveals
Your moving presence and my cautious appeal.
Can I reach the glistening in your eyes
And hold you in my arms?
A prayer weaves its way
Above
As we explore
The promises of love.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
They left you on a shelf
Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky
As we waited for your date with a field of grass.
The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough
And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”.
You rested in the center of the room
As I recalled the plastic flowers
On our dining room table years ago.
All of us plus Pops and Nana too
Thanking God for all His gifts
And the Sunday meals you made.
***
And this as well.
On a beautiful summer day
You put on a white blouse and skirt
And took me to the blueberry fields.
You laughed as I pretended to take
A broken drum
Out the door for the berries.
Then you sang a song just for us
As cool breezes charmed my senses
While goodness found mercy
Next to a stream and gave a little boy
A picture that would last until now.
***
This morning I went to Starbucks
After watching the river at dawn,
Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky
And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air.
I ordered coffee
To awaken my frozen limbs
And a blueberry scone.
The berries are sweet.
I find them more delicious
Than chocolate
Or wine.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 1:24 PM UTC
I cannot fly today
Yet perhaps last night
We flew between the stars
Who can tell?
Tomorrow will no doubt
Be like today
But not always
Not everlastingly so.
I sew the scenes
Of our escape
While sitting here tonight
Sleepily concealed
In this weighted room
And happily involved
In inward visions
Of eventual flight.
Please pardon
My distraction.
I am so immersed
In a solitary search
For solar satisfaction.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 3:15 AM UTC
If I was a fish in the sea
I would love to be
Right next to thee.
Nibbling at your toes
Peaking at your nose
Moving down to see
Your beautiful
Round
Knee.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC