I want to believe That all of the cold dead eyes Will open again God will call them one By one and there will be light And children will see As they march again In the eternal dance of Daily life and death They will…
Category: Miscellaneous
Impact-resistant
my heart is tempered glass which is to say it is here to protect the rest of me which is to say that it may shatter without any apparent reason heat damage you got too close the casual hug goodbye I love you I…
Sunrise on the Eastern Shore
Silver sand takes on a crimson glow, Slowly giving way to pale purple waves Splashing their frothy form across the jetty. Smells of salty seaweed fill the air, Seagulls soaring just below a salmon colored sky. Sandpipers skipping to and fro hunting Sea snails and…
Flown
The Bird of Plenty has flown from this house. Nowhere can you hear her orange song like syrup in your ears. Tomorrow, say the right prayers and call her back, prayers being selfless deeds you give the world from the ache in your hinterland heart….
on the other side
If I fell to my knees, jeans in the dark dirt, would you raise me high? What happened to this heart, this love? Why do we believe in the world that failed, pray for the smoke and the poisoned lungs of babes which sucked in…
Red
My eyes are blurred with tears, the only color I see is red. Thoughts of anger and vengeance are spinning in my head. I trusted you with my heart, but you carelessly threw it away. You entangled me in your lies and the sick games…
The jig was always up
Fiddle music someone playing a jig or dancing one I think of my grandfather immigrant Gramps, Norwegian as they came would dance a jig of celebration; in front of the TV following a home team victory in the aisles of the ballpark after a home…
The Swallowtail Jig
Fiddle dee fiddle them happy happy joy joy dancing the Jig here I come Joyful hoppin’ Heritage layed celebration time Ireland defined As I merrily move Learning the custom Knowledge well spent
Are They Still There?
Young, I lived the harmony of innocence, heard stunning things, beheld new wonders, built fleeting empires in the clouds, felt the freedom of sailing ships on the wind. Immersed in the serenity of a pond at sunrise I felt strength in the pinks, oranges,…
salvation
offered generously by strangers who have no reason to save my life other than perhaps their life was once saved and they want to make an offering to the ones who kept them alive we should all be so fortunate to have a Rilke in…