the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell
From smashing rocks To smashing atoms; The human learns: Wonder Is a doorway To understanding, And understanding Is a world of open doors.
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
Something real Something more Not just another name Another face Another way to fill The distance between the days The void within Consuming the essence of who we are Or were Until there is nothing left Nothing but the empty echo Of what could have been What still could be If only If only If … Continue reading Searching For…