Thursday, June 30, 2011

Describe the Pain

No stab, no piercing stiletto flash
Impaled me while I slept
Nor consuming fire, burning,
Charring nerves and hopes
Not a throbbing, pulsing, pounding
Synchronized with heartbeats
No elephant crush or vice-like
Squeezing away of breath
But an all consuming, ineffable
And unrelenting endless moment
At the core of being.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Where are the bards?

Upon a time, when history began,
The record of our people’s joy and strife
Was fashioned by the talents of a man
Who wove a lyric tapestry of life.
He stood up proudly in an era rife
With hardship, sculpted history from deed,
Wielded our tribal customs as a knife,
To carve conventions each of us must heed.
What maker stands to sing our heroes now?
How have our poets let it come to pass
That their sacred obligation became
Greed for recognition so low and crass
That lyrics and lies are to them the same?
Listening to the self styled avant-garde
I wonder:  What has become of the bard?

8/31/07

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

5:53 Express

 

Two slender ribbons wend and wind their ties
from hill and day to day and dale.  They twine
a twisted path to tumbling skies;
they bind me like a parasitic vine.

These steely bands that bound my path, these rails,
this coiled pair of bonds constrains my course.
Clockwork predictability prevails:
no change,  no varied sequence, can I force.

The mythos and the wisdom that endures
insists this wintry fate is my resolve.
The certainty that prophecy obscures:
no matter how a fortune will evolve,

in helical predestination lives
all of the possibilities life gives.

2/9/2006

Monday, June 27, 2011

Colgate Pier

A cold silver waterway
Swiftly flowing
Reflects a gap toothed skyline
That will not float away
A frigid breeze
Picks at the comfort
Of ferry commuters
Who have missed the boat


9/12/2001

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Companions

Everywhere I travel
I am accompanied
By many companions.
Most are long familiar
And a few are new, though
Easily remembered.
They keep close company
In times of solitude
Old friends speaking of
Times past, and new faces
That remind of more
Recent occurrences.
Like family, they help
Me to be well grounded
Ensuring that the sin
Of pride does not become
Another of my
Many accomplishments.
Once I believed that I
Was good at decision
Making, but I know now
That while I may be quick
Being decisive is
Not quite the same as good.