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Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Burning in the night
A candle waves about.
Puffs of smoke rise up.
The space glows—flickering.

A soothing warmth cuts the darkened space.
She sets to pen and paper then dreams.
Recording her thoughts and soulful musings,
Light flows out across the page.

Here, where time has lost its meaning,
The wick is burning and the wax is melting.
The glow is soothing and her words are moving.
A story grows in the throes of her feelings.
I've been doing some significant editing and re-writing preceding the publication of a book. This poem took on quite a few new turns so I decided to re-post it.
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Riding through your fields
I lost my chariot wheels
Now head over heels
I’ll never forget--your smile
Or the green grass in my pants
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Believing in you
Captured deep in your magic
I’m lost in your song
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

Splash…

A bubbling brook?

No…

It’s a raging sea washing over me.

Have I gone mad?
Yes, raging mad…but

I never felt so very happy.
Never felt I could feel so free.

Now is beautiful. The future is beautiful.
The past is gone but I’m still me.

I’m not a flea, just a speck of dust.
Just let me be and we shall see.

The world, the city, the house, the car,
The universe so near yet far.

How can I be so truly blessed?
What have I done to deserve this test?

I’m drowning here in the deep blue sea.
Happiness envelopes me.

It fills the void down deep inside.
Expanding vistas, once passed by.

Spilling waves across the page,
Can’t hold them back, they roll away.

Memories fly and I can’t decide.
Back inside, I cannot hide.

The current flows all over me
I’m happier now than I should ever be.

Drowning here in a sea of glee,
I’m taking chances merrily, so…

I’ll laugh till I cry as the tide rips by.
Fleeting moments never last this long.

I'll keep on swimming till the daylight’s gone.
Passing the hours with this joyful song.
"Today was the best day of my life...tomorrow will be better"
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Freedom awaits us
In the still of each morning
Where dreams come to life
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Just another dream...
Fading, changing, deep and free
More salt for the sea.
The first line of this poem is what I want on my grave marker. No dates. Just that and my name. I'm the last of my line,hereditarily (sic) speaking. Ya, I think I made up that word.
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
I’m sick and tired of
Being very sick and tired
But things could be worse
Had one of the best days of my life today. Just happens that I'm sicker than usual. Old age seems to be settling in.
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