Tag Archives: Poetry
Damnedest Liar
Words I will not speak
Questions I can’t utter
Answers you know and forever owe
To my eyes
I cannot live without you, ’tis true
Did you hear the clover cry all those thousand miles?
This, you promised, our story
You, the damnedest liar!
Regarded Estate
Home and I need no directions
No machines or magic-makers
Deciding which road, route, by-way, or highway
Ought be my way
Or an illusory “our way”
Home and a good home
No improvements or additions needed
Accepting no half-hearted counteroffers, no contingencies
I am as is
The best there is
Original Thought Credit: Horatio G. Spafford, “It Is Well With My Soul”
flowerless
…and as the smoke rolls away
And a new fog-like mist emerges
And I leave all who is Home to me
Tell me there’ll be sun today….
Helping Her Go (6)
“You made it this far
Wonder, man…wandering now
Stop. Push her beyond”
Always these words
Never these feet
Victor’s conscience never bothered him, though
You came here to help her
You came here to fall
For Her
Did you not?
Let’s learn if between the two of you
There is enough grit to start
To fuel an industry
“It IS my business,” Cressida thought
Suddenly
Randomly
And it bothered her so
Celestial Bear
My soulmate constellation
The big deal in the sky, to me
Oh, how you rocked my statuesque space
And, more so, mocked me
Be there any hour, any hemisphere
That might set fixed these spinning bodies?
Shane Instead
Four rhythmic beats
Two words in West Indies timbre
And I was taken aback
Back, when I was something then
Again
Then again, back when I thought to dance
Those steps
Found me, easily
Those songs, those singers
Left me, heartily
Dancing alone, unknown
To me
Child
No reason my heart ought beat
No logic
Save you, who saves me
From nothingness, thinks me something
From absence, brings me present
No reason, no logic
But perfect sense
Easy

I promise myself