larry-fowler
American
I'm a former Vietnam vet, Detroit cop and Private Investigator now retired on the shores of Lake Huron in northern Michigan. I'm also an astrologer. / / I love to write when the mood strikes me; poetry, stories and essays and I've been published several times so far. I've not read much poetry at all but I aim to change that now...
He wanders the ethers with abandon
searching, seeking, learning
eyes bright with anticipation
hands clutching an old manuscript
torn and darkened at the corners
He moves, paced and resolute toward a tiny light,
visible only briefly and only to those who share
eternal passion for the quest
His past a raging river of choices
his future, the gentle peace of infinite probabilities
His present, filled with love and hope
cares for him, nurturing his need to give
His moments, garnered from the outstretched arms of similar souls,
lay etched in his heart, deeply cut
with the sharp teeth of understanding
Would that some see and some not
His quest, though filled with moments and days of generous reward
lies fallow with want, with need, for a new sustenance
a similar soul to search and seek the ethers far
to share the joys of discovery,
to revel in its poignant moments
To laugh when, again, the tiny light appears, distant
and talk of things only they understand
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
A seeker, bound eternal
foundering gently
against rocks of change
arduous dreams
Vanquished
no longer able
to pierce the heavens
with a clarity of heart
Lost amidships, the key
lay hidden by choice,
by fear
bygones
In a world which could not see
could not know
the truth behind windows, etched
and facing darkly within
Lonely point of reference
a reading
of the stars
found at once to be lacking
And more than enough
for a man
versed in wonders
in days
Blindingly brilliant light astern
casting shadows
on lives
finished but not forgotten,
Lost in fated worlds
that followed
burned
into memories too deep
Lit castles of the mind
of the soul, the spirit
resolute
against storms of time
Sacred in living
loving
and the infinite reality
before him
Brought forth the Angels
attending grace, turning out the tides
for the seeker, with freedom
to dream once again...
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
Twas darker ‘ere than the depths of dawn
and below
the river kept its pace
toward lands beyond my knowing
Amidst the rocks, still reaching up
toward pain and sorrows, small
depressions filled with crumbled fate
while endless winds kept blowing
As the writhing forces swelled in mighty song,
designed to breach the rise
of struggling hopes and long kept dreams I lay
wondering how I came to be near death beneath these skies
Whose eternal reaches had mystified and drawn my upturned face
through years of lonely quests
to finally meet myself, my spirit
in searing, naked truth
Whose unexplained and beck’ning realms
entranced and bid my journeys
whose captivating, joyous breadth
had loved me since my youth
Yet I’d stayed those rocks through tearing winds
and river’s rage, committed
born of fears and lost in tears
enmeshed in ****** desires
Such folly had I caused my soul
through days and nights of searching
straining past my anguished heart
to stoke those dying fires
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
Eyes toward the sky, tentative
hand bringing shade to his face
clouds full with potent moisture, drifting
against the backdrop, infinity’s place
searching for clues to permanence
breath grown quietly still
alert for a message
aware that it could suddenly will
him the answer, through words
his ears couldn’t possibly hear
for only the strings of his Soul
could play so lyrically clear
the loss of his innocence berates him
and screams lest he forget
that time in itself is no remedy
and patience can often be met
with more loss
while sadness in echoing cries
rallies round him in hope of deliverance
then just as suddenly, dies
bedeviled he stands with eyes to the heavens
misty dreams of a path so long ago taken
and into himself he purposefully fell
knowing then that he’d been mistaken
and that life would never forsake him..
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 8:18 AM UTC
Companion souls we meet again
in venues unexplored
where fragments felt
of days long past, and
remembrances haunt the dreams we see and feel
So close we know at meeting,
memory stirs round the portals
of our history
bright in truth yet dissolute
caught by threaded lines, entwined
A crossing here, a crossing there
first as one
and then
another, awareness
undisclosed, unclear
Our journey’s paths divergent
parallel, yet not
our purpose sometimes known
though not this day when, by choice
we chanced to meet again
I know you cries
my heart, my life
beneath this mask of time
I sense we’ve come once more
to be as one, together
What were we then, what are we now
what will we be
tomorrow
when curtains lift and earthly veils
shall pass, unnoticed
Such questions beg direction
doors of realization
where memories rest
encased
in chambers, understood
Such passion felt for things we know
as past and mutual wanderings
while rapt we stand
learning
of destiny present
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC