The wind from the open window,Is cool against my feverish face,My legs fold against my aching chest,As bruised arms hug my knees tight,Time slows to a crawl, my mind is hollow,Empty but for the remnants of old, shattered pride,So thinking, my eyes linger too long on a phone discarded. When will the response come?And will … Continue reading Remnants of Old, Shattered Pride
Tag: Poetry
Remains of Mountain Stairs
Beneath the mossy turf of maple shades, Lie the remains of mountain stairs, Dark stone dragged from barbarian shores, An offering of fealty, Honored by a century's duty, But now, having earned its repose, It sleeps and dreams of thundering feet... ... Of a country at war, and blood, The blood of warrior-monks chanting, Those … Continue reading Remains of Mountain Stairs
My First
My first cigarette was shared between beautiful smiles,The indirect kiss as smoke slid hot through the filter,Escaping my throat in faint blue tinted with sunlight. I'd cough, she'd laugh, and then kiss me so deeply,The taste of that smoke was like heady myrrh,Lingering even today, many years since I have quit the habit, God, I … Continue reading My First
Tree and Blossoms
Do blossoms recall,Dancing along the river,Even when Spring fades away? Spring blooms are fickle,Winds carry them far away,But they remember, always.
The Agony of Creation
It begins with a word, gasping in the dark, Whereupon the echoes of its birth sound to heaven and hell, Far cries become whispers as they fold out into the infinite, The song begins. From darkness is light, from light, a furtive mote of life, Until this desert is populated by so many humming grains … Continue reading The Agony of Creation
Empty boxes
Empty cardboard box,Home once to a trifle thing,Now claimed by my cat.
Dishwasher, Former Dreamer
She busied herself, Tending to the household needs, Yet they resurface, Those faint bubbles of tension, That say, “Are we happy now?”
A distant, childish song
The cries of kids’ games, Echo throughout the courtyard, Dancing on warm winds, Singing as they flow beyond, Beyond the confines of time.
A return to normalcy
A cuckoo's call rise,Draws the ire of a sleeper,Hit SNOOZE, roll over. Cat meows just outside,Complaining about the food,Or the lack thereof. Groggy fellow groans,A night's sleep is only goodWhen you can sleep in. COVID cases rise,Put on a mask, do your part,Got to get through this. Music station plays,The classic songs of childhood,While the … Continue reading A return to normalcy
Crossing the Threshold
The doctor's opinion was cruel at best, It seems years of stress cannot be reversed by rest, So maybe it's true what they say about art, About how every work takes a piece of your heart, Although in this case it took from her arm, Up to the threshold of "irreversible harm," She reflects on … Continue reading Crossing the Threshold
Discarded Recollections 