Will we try and strive
Will the wind bend backwards
To tell you of the point
What you know
As plain and keen
As the nose on your face
To love this life
Tag Archives: Poetry
You Are Here
Stuck
You’ll stay as is
I’ll stay in a different way
Same as the day I promised I’d stay
You stay staying
Saying you’re staying
But Elsewhere, Actually
Pretending
Stuck
Fair Weather, Friend
Oh!
I shall exhale
Pray for pouring rain as my forum
For there I will make such weeping
And I won’t want them to see
Yes!
There’ll be no taste of salt
But mere ozone and clarity
Fresh, cold clarity
And latitude
Ode to Socrates
I knew nothing before you
Not a worthwhile thing
When to climb to heights
Why all feels imprecise
Where I ought to look
To sometimes not think twiceI knew nothing before you
Nothing that meant a fig
How I have it all
Why I love baseball
Not even my name
To rise again, post-fall
Windward
There was ev’ry bit the beautiful breeze
The wind in their hair bore the proof
Sweet and temperate
And on occasion, when circumstances necessitated,
Such as each bygone day and now and the ‘morrow,
Fierce
As abandonment, windward or leeward
Sets a compass mark true, does it not?
Not A Haiku
Wait…I pray
I’ve one last thing to say
I wanted to meet your demons
I wanted to kiss your scars
I had ears and words ready
To hear your story
To speak light into your Day
’til December: A Haiku
Leave me and let me
Be lost in the shadows ‘twixt
Street lamps and sorrow
The Twenty-Second of September
Autumn is the hidden bottle of vodka
Your judgmental lover taking shots
Under the guise of necessity
Autumn is when you realize you are indeed too tall
For feigned devotion
For relative truth
For heroes not within
Love’s Body
I felt the opposition
The tension in their shoulders
And expectation in their eyes
As the youth of their love wondered why
Why the stand-off?
For the air is ambient and new today
It is still early
In my hand, find this toy….
Heed this!
There need be no eleventh-hour
Love’s body begged
Landscape
As They fall
Or try to jump
Some refusing, debating gravity
Some letting go easily
I watch
I come close
I attend
To their this season’s stamina
To their next year’s rebirth
Early arrival
On time, or delayed
Let the Weather so decide
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