Listen
To learn
Avoiding the urge
To run
Dwell there
To rise
Where once you struggled
To walk
Listen
To learn
Or else be pulled back
To pain
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Unknowing
The green
May I rip it away at the roots
The red
A chisel and pickax to you
The shine that is tinsel
Oblivion forever more
ubiquitous
With water
With ease
I rinse away
As watercolor hue
From the page
Of your life
With yesterday’s news
With a half-hearted toss
Out I go
In the snow
What a waste
Of a tree
Oh My Violin
Do you know the notes
The particular ones
That linger and twist
Lengthening the horizon
While wafting somewhere
But promise never awayTouch them
Try
at the bottom of breath
I thought it was not glass shards
And salt to follow
I thought there was whimsy
And my maturity to gain
I thought I was white flame
And you titanium
I thought I was poetry
And you the poet
I thought I knew
And I knew
At the hip
It is right
I should place my right hand
In your right hand
That is always right there
displaced
Familiar land
Feels foreign nonetheless
To roam without care
Embraced by no home
Which holds a heart to plead
None should so suffer
trouper
Maybe
More than once
You’ll stand alone
Stand
Many
More than me
Your call will heal
Call
This stand
This call
Your tribe
Forge
Debris
Tonight courage and I
Stared into the night sky
And decided the fleeing we saw
Was something
And nothing now
Only the trail of a goodbye star
Hailed
Your forehead and chin
A different tilt
Your voice not in stereoThe taxis are out there
But miss you somehow
Your hailed from where they won’t go
