I wonder if we could be old friends
Going forward
Coming back
From the brink of what was then new
Familiar though
As déjà vu
Are we what was, just now predicted?
Tag Archives: Poetry
We Once Knew
Oh, woe is this world
And all it has committed
Against the oh-so other-worldly
Tell it now, what shall I tell it
To the pure child’s untarnished mind
To my lover’s knowing heart
un-titled
How dare you shame the wildflower
And hush nightingale song
What cause have you to tame the fox
And call today too long
Condemned you are to monotone
Without a voice to vote
Whilst gazing outward, castled king
Imprisoned by your mote
Edna
Protecting
For far too long
I’ve been
Believing
My heart’s blind eyes
I am
Admitting
The scared soul’s mine
I’ll be
Defying
A pain-filled chain
I’m free
August’s Hell
He doesn’t run
From
The Sun
Or the Father or Daughter
Mother or Wife
Or Himself
He runs
To
Them
As if he’s on fire
And in need
Of their sweet, sweet rain
Spilled
Sitting ignorant alone
The darkened theater of life
Waiting still for the inevitable ending
Where they finally meet and ride away
Together
Having long since fallen
But the screen faded many minutes ago
The credits rolled
When did I look away and not see
Love, of course
I finally hear the brooms
Sweeping away the left-behind
The popcorn and candy and bad dreams
The exit sign flickers as if clearing its throat
11 Month Calendar
We must never trust April, alright?
Consider back
The beginning of bad instinct
The timing of rain
And the push through despite
Do you recall its tale
Of flowers to follow
And new birth to come?
Hyperbole
Ridiculous
Conspirator, April
Grasping, Gnashing
Cross words,
With politically correct symbols
Handfuls of hair,
And screams to the wind
Will not alter truth
Eyes cast downward,
Then to the sky
Music defiant,
At full decibel
Will not transform you
Peace
With what happened
With what is no more
With what cannot ever be
With that there’ll be flowers again
Is mine to decide
Giv’n In
There is only ever the weather
And whether you know,
Its impetus
It may have been the warmth that Day
The Westerly winds
That saved and destroyed me
Now, despite what I want
To believe
I must bid the tides their will
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