How peaceful it is to fall asleep to the sound of rain
And to close my eyes with you in my brain
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Although she was struck by material bling
She was enamored by a simple thing:
A lined court bouncing a ball hit by strings
And her favorite word, "ambition"
Shone in her eyes as she spoke
Proudly of the final she finally passed
In her difficult biology class
And at age 48
She smiled with great
Passion and energy as if
The hammers of mid-life could not leave her stiff
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
A word with enough letters
To keep you reopening the envelopes.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
You left me hallow in the night
And I've learned to absorb the light
The stars taught me to shine
Even when you know you're dead
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.
I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air
moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness
and water holds our reflections
motionless, as if for ever.
It is enough now to come into a room
and find the kindness we have for each other
— calling it love — in eyes that are shrewd
but trustful still, face chastened by years
of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons
in mild conversation, without nostalgia.
But when you leave me, with your jauntiness
sinewed by resolution more than strength
— suddenly then I love you with a quick
intensity, remembering that water,
however luminous and grand, falls fast
and only once to the dark pool below.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus
through North Carolina
on the wat to somewhere
and it began to snow
and the bus stopped
at a little cafe
in the hills
and the passengers
entered.
he sat at the counter
with the others,
he ordered and the
food arived.
the meal was
particularly
good
and the
coffee.
the waitress was
unlike the women
he had
known.
she was unaffected,
there was a natural
humor which came
from her.
the fry cook said
crazy things.
the dishwasher.
in back,
laughed, a good
clean
pleasant
laugh.
the young man watched
the snow through the
windows.
he wanted to stay
in that cafe
forever.
the curious feeling
swam through him
that everything
was
beautiful
there,
that it would always
stay beautiful
there.
then the bus driver
told the passengers
that it was time
to board.
the young man
thought, I'll just sit
here, I'll just stay
here.
but then
he rose and followed
the others into the
bus.
he found his seat
and looked at the cafe
through the bus
window.
then the bus moved
off, down a curve,
downward, out of
the hills.
the young man
looked straight
foreward.
he heard the other
passengers
speaking
of other things,
or they were
reading
or
attempting to
sleep.
they had not
noticed
the
magic.
the young man
put his head to
one side,
closed his
eyes,
pretended to
sleep.
there was nothing
else to do-
just to listen to the
sound of the
engine,
the sound of the
tires
in the
snow.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
To the one up in the sky
I know you might be busy
But I need you to hear me.
I know I haven't believed in you much before
And I apologize
But if you're really there
And you can really make miracles happen,
I need you to hear me.
My cousin needs you, tonight
And maybe writing my thoughts in a poem
Can construct my ideas of how you can help me.
He is lying alone
And he's living off monitors.
He needs you now more than ever.
I need you to hear me.
Help him find his way.
Help him recuperate.
Help him see the light of day.
I need you to help him.
I need you to hear me.
*And in these moments of anxiety and helplessness
I find myself praying to a God I don't even know exists*
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Birds bigger than planes.
A sky so blue,
It's only affecting me
A building, a tower.
And there's a statue, no, a giant
Looking down on me.
The sun, a speck
I can shield off with my palm.
A song in my head and
The air reciting to me
Its story
Like a psalm.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
A romantic moon as big as the screen
Eats dinner with a lovely, old tree
And its craters are holding the lemonade
And its branches are serving the soup
And their love is not bound to chains
For when the day brings dawn
The lovely, old tree is left without
-
The lovely, old tree sits quietly and waits
For the love of its life to return
And it droops its leaves with aching sadness
Until the pinks and the blues fade into the air
And the lover, the moon, is again standing there
And its craters are holding the lemonade
-
Black takes over the screen
And the room fills with standing applause.
Black bow ties and red gowns
Envious of the love they have witnessed.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Anxious, perplexed, insomniatic and imaginative
Forever questioning the positive and negative
These late nights attack your mind
Turn you into a different kind
Monsters, ghouls, witches and claws
The night infested with thoughts and thoughts
The light in the room is too bright in this darkness
Eyes are squinting, but the mind is relentless
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC