For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
...
ACT I
It was not your presence,
rather its absence
...
My mind goes from mood to mood,
With no chronology nor sequence of events;
The effect of one thing falling into
...
Upon a roof,
A potential leaper,
Held by the hand of his savior
In a fingerlock hold on humanity.
...
A Whittle of Words...
Sitting, slumped in a chair,
On a wooden porch
And under the sun
...
With hand unsteady,
I stop
at the first line’s edge of a jagged poem,
looking down
...
One has lived long enough
when the world ends,
the universe collapses
and time, itself, reverses...
...
Is a boy with a kite,
Who, catching the wind
like a winged gull,
...
Like a wild Stallion
that wont be saddled, spitting the bit,
I bucked and threw every rider
galloping toward the infinite open....
...
Brisk, this cold October wind,
pruning husks of brown-balled leaves
into effigies of Autumn's wane,
sweeps with besom broom
...
I lived beneath my children,
For a brief but harried time.
Yet, I knew solace that winter,
...
Engaged,
plotting marriage,
I nodded,
while looking through you
...
Everywhere I go,
I am surrounded by ghosts.
They are very lonely, like me,
...
A Love Poem For Anyone...
For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
For the page found your thumb
as it was fated to be,
as the effect finds the cause
and the cause finds you.
the heart bleeding reader.
If you would these words for you
then will it so.
for the subjective was never anyone
but the objective was always you,
the sensual stranger,
the romanticizing, lusty lover
who never turned my corner.
Your writing is amazing. Through the years I will aspire to be a fraction of what you are today.
Sir Tansey I do so love your poetry