Thomas P Owens Sr

Thomas P Owens Sr Sep 2020

glimpses

the past rolls in as waves crash
along this dusk faded beach
as far as these eyes can see
into the vastness
images
though pale and fragmented
come back in glimpses

i have gazed upon these waves before
under a ****** sky
and i will rest here again
to collect my precious visions
when the Sun cries tears
that scorch the moon
and boil the oceans

what a few hours on the beach can conjure

#reincarnation #memories #visions #lives #glimpses

Thomas P Owens Sr Aug 2020

poems like a cloud

poems
like a cloud
are seen
make a brief impression
then drift away to disappear
dreams
like a smile
can, for a moment
touch the heart
then leave in silence
to return one day
memories
like a silent film
await your view
where clouds and dreams
and poetry
dance upon your final breath

a gift given to me by a kind lady who left us today

#death #thoughts #memory #peace

Thomas P Owens Sr Aug 2020

shielded minds

beyond the shadow of superficial words
lay the soul of a doubted hesitation
a great barrier stands between skimmed thoughts
and the core of the mind
the world is a falsehood of plastic glances
and mirrored sentences

through dismal days and longer nights
and the shielded minds that come and go
i've come to accept with lonely pain
only mine i know

In 1974 I started sending poetry to a weekend section of the 'Washington Star-News' in Wash. D.C. called 'Write-On'...an outlet for teen-aged poets at the time. Over the course of several months, I had 14 poems published. I was able to find this one with some help online...hope I can manage to find the rest as I don't think I have copies. They always spelled my last name Ownes instead of Owens...I was writing some dark sh-t in my High School years! Lucky to come out unscathed I guess!

#depression #dark #lonely #isolation

Thomas P Owens Sr Aug 2020

rabbit hole

and the voices come at night
from the sink
from the half light
of a half dream
from the phone unanswered
chapstick
echoes from another space
perhaps another time
to show us glimpses
clues
visions of apocalypse
do we wish to play
and what are we willing to sacrifice
roaches in a jar
this is your wake-up call

some phrases from 'The Mothman Prophecies' and Mr. Cold

#mothman #visions #tragedy #death #rabbithole #indrid #cold

Thomas P Owens Sr Aug 2020

grad

at the outset of self foundation
i am bewildered into self containment
for nothing i see is me
and what i am now
lay naked and reluctant
to seek the unattainable goal
contentment
which is in itself
confusion

wrote this upon High School graduation some 46 years ago...remembered about 80% of it

#life #adulthood #hesitant #afraid #anxious

Aug 2020

Jennifer McCurry

Concrete Saints

There lives in the everyday
On a Wednesday late morning sidewalk
Of grimy city and in the small town
In the overcast of pregnant skies

Just plain folks
Blind enough of their own ego
To wear an immunity of self like a concrete saint

You see them in timeless pause
And watch in awe and ache
As blue and grey birds
With eyes as cloudy as your skies
Rest peacefully on their fingertips
Nurturing fat bellies with morsels of a sacred stillness