Poetry

Ruminate

I like to sit with naught to do
Without a plan, no thing or two
I like to sit
To sit and wait
And do no more than ruminate

The sky ahead—my mirror specs
I turn to that which all reflects
Just like it does
I too must do
And turn over a thing or two

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A tree in a forest

A tree in a forest, a fish in the sea
A pea in a pod, a hive-dwelling bee
Surrounded by others, each one just like me,
Searching and yearning for someplace to be

We stand, and we swim, and we sit, and we fly
Never quite still—goodness knows why
Unable to stop, reluctant to cry
Hoping that somehow the living won’t die

Like trees in a forest, like bees in a hive
Each one so hopeful, yet barely alive
Like peas in a pod, like sea-dwelling fish
Keen to be granted our one dying wish

For once to feel loved, for once to feel healed
For once to let go and lower our shield
For once to be cherished, for once to be held
Just once to see God before we are felled

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A quiet morning

A quiet morning when all is dark
Implements scattered across the desk
Like random thoughts that cross my mind
Without a purpose, unrefined

Echoing briefly, then—exeunt
To be replaced by what comes next
A futile medley, it would seem,
Akin to slideshows that I dream

Outside the window, the world is still
Inside my head, against my will
Synapses madly push and prod
I cannot seem to rein them in

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Unsaid

I long to see the morning break
And fill me with its warm, bright light
The gentle passage of this rite
A mother’s kiss as I awake

From dreamless sleep whose tight embrace
Has left me limp and short of breath
Still pumping air, but wishing death
And hoping then there will be grace

Will morning come and bring me bread
Or will I lie here left

Unsaid?

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One sliver

One sliver
Of an inch
So close
That you could pinch

Its toothy
Fleshless face
Devoid of
Any grace

Its breath of rot
And sin
That vilely
Beckons in

You thought
That you could win?
You thought
That you would ace?
You thought
That I would flinch?

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Awake

Step by weary step Ι plodded along
To the dull beat of a monotonous song
Then in a flash
My day and night crashed
I took my first breath and awoke

A new spring in my step, feet as light as rain
Bouncing off the concrete in melodious refrain
I can walk upright
My smile beaming, bright
Standing tall under a gentle yoke

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Night

I don’t think it’s my thing to rage
Against the dying of the light
When I have reached the final stage,
I know I won’t put up a fight

I’d rather let the night caress
This body I’ve worn thin
I’ll have a sip of wine, undress,
And gallantly sink in

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When words fail

When words fail
The world seems to end
And life loses all meaning

For a while

When assurances are of no avail
When reason fails to comprehend
Life goes careening

For a mile

But up ahead the road is smooth and straight,
The world restored to its primeval state

And then you’ll smile

For a while

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Twenty years

Twenty years ago
I was shooting for the stars
You pulled me down
Back to earth
And I grew roots
Became entwined with you

I then discovered
That beneath
Lies a place I never knew
A nurturing depth
Which makes one grow so tall
They reach the stars

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