I hear scarabs scuttle 'cross
balls of dung.... more »
Suppose the day broke
& your heart was the day:
lighting morning skies,
lining clouds with silver...... more »
Moments of lucidity are rare
when blood boils when blood boils
reason's displaced by febrile dreams
body shaking: rattling glimpses... more »
Tangents explode in all directions.
a disarray of pick-up sticks,
defining angles or relationships,... more »
Light filters through trees
a mist of illumination
snatches of green burst
out of greyed shadow... more »
'Ne derangez pas! '
attache a plusieurs portes a l'hotel,
ne derangez pas:
ils dorment... more »
February skies, dead trees, brown grasses mown
no touch of sun corrupts the perfect grey
of this empty season, this emblematic day.
Full of heart's frost, wind has blown... more »
Minute fissures spider across granite ridges;
add character to cold stone:
fine lines proliferate on mountain's face.
Tiny crevices glisten green with lichen:... more »
Meanders: curves left and right
in random sweeps, mirroring its namesake.
Water runs parallel to macadamed roughness,
spills over rocks, smoothing, polishing -... more »
Clouds evoke images:
perceptions shift with interplay
of wind, light and shadow.
Forms emerge, fade - mirages... more »
On silent autumn evenings
as day's heat turns chill,
trees stand in silhouette:
outlines revealed 'gainst starry sky;... more »
I'm writing with a purple pen,
air conditioner humming noisily,
blessed relief from July heat,
midnight ticking at the clock.... more »
Lapwings count moments
circling dead leaves.
Sky is amber with autumn.
As day fades light is cold & clear.... more »
Rain falls asyncope
white noise splattering
on dry ground...... more »
On crisp January mornings
Autumn has long surrendered
to Winter's deathly embrace.
I stare transfixed as breath emerges tangible,... more »
a word bespeaks uniqueness,
sounds non-threatening, almost innocuous -
just some one of a kind phenomenon... more »
Hiding in rituals of casual acquaintanceship,
maintaining mask through social interaction,
I remain invulnerable: a fortress, kept strong,
denying penetration beyond a cursory glance.... more »
Pain's layered like an onion.
Peel it away, skin by skin,
always finding deeper,
more central wounds... more »
Go with the flow, Joe!
Slide with the tide, Clyde!
Advice given but not taken... more »
I have a question: Where is this poem hiding?
In a dust mote dancing in a beam of light?
In silver notes of a young girl's laughter?
Or in veins of a leaf made translucent by sunset?... more »
Crossing silent, grassy spaces
revealing stars behind velvet cloak
night chases sun into the sea.... more »
At times, 'specially on long wintry nights, I ponder the mystery of attraction
& how two souls, like you & me, had bonded in spite of all
that would seem to spin us off into orbits all our own.
Yet...... more »
(dedicated to those who perished 09/11/2001)
'A world teetering on the brink...'
so speak pundits... more »
Too oft in time
it seems a crime
to open up one's heart.
Comes into play... more »
Standing on a ledge ten stories up
wind rips at clothing & flesh,
a tiger's claws. Hair blown to hell.
None of it matters at all.... more »
When wonders burst intact upon the eye
demanding focus and attention full:
of mind and will and spirit, too, they fly
into conscious awareness, where they gently pull... more »
Should all man's exertions and efforts come to naught
(as all are wont to do in time's vast flow)
crumbled with ages, fallen 'neath the sea, or so
totally lost through numerous means, existence ...... more »
Gazing at th'Aegean,
I observe dolphins at play:
bursting from a wine-dark sea,
an explosion of water & light... more »
Fascination with death evident in childhood,
you killed & preserved Fluffy & Muffin,
neighbors unaware of your pastime.
Did any of them ever look in your eyes -... more »
Light glimmers off the gold nib
of my fountain pen
dances 'cross my eyes:
lightning in miniature.... more »
Staring deeply into darkness's heart,
reflected back in mirror'd eyes
can give one's conscience a nasty start
that may turn out neither well nor wise:... more »
Yes, it's Christmas once again:
Commercial dance nearly done
only morning-after sales left,
unless of course you're Orthodox... more »
I stare through plate glass with a painter's eye.
Horizon's treeline holds me rapt;
drawn to a small clearing between walls of trees:
focal point: a huge denuded oak with widespread skeletal ...... more »
If youth could age's wisdom ken,
& age could know youth's fire again
or age could Old Time's hands turn back
T'would then be youth with time to spend
& wisdom's strengths on which to depend.
This said, t'is never just white or black
For youth doth all discretion lack
& age tho' willing & desirous to play
To youth's vitality must passion give way
& such a conflict therein lies
for age is by youth most oft despised
& youth by age oft seen to whine,
“please, won't you be my valentine? ”
(Happy Valentine's to PoemHunter!)
Missing element defies sleep:
I wake up calling names,
illusion's plaything -
only you're never there
when eyes finally clear.
You're still in that realm from
which I was expelled.
& when consciousness