Tag Archives: Poetry

When Skies Collide

atmospheres
with wound’d sails
pelt’d by unseen winds

rouges
runaways
innocent bystanders

many having lost touch
from family flocks

or be it their dress rehearsal
an opera of imagination
for surface eyes

Hear the Waters

transfix’d
my senses
on the soft chatter
blowing
amidst snow-patch’d rock
and woodland folk

with the dream
the hope
the celebration
of their company
for many tomorrows

Light Bussing Tears

a stray breath
from a slumbering sun
refracts against a lost lamb
of mist

enjoys a last look
into a newborn mirror

ere diving into th’ outside
and composing the genesis
of a rainbow
ne’er to be

Egowall

if the season of stars
and that of suns can arm
in arm down time’s corridor  

if their campfires in faint
crawl can mirror winks

if hemlocks, disabl’d
to tread, can yearn thru the compost
and wind,
and be fulfill’d in fire’s
absence

then why do we, so
appris’d of them,
ponder to afford
or not
a hand in bloom, an orb’s
regard,
a welcome?

how drunk are we
enslaving wisdom,
in order to pit celebrity
against the self!

Beak through Creed’s Egg

‘tis there?
there ‘tis today–
after years–
the forces of concrete and prayer
clashing with coincidence–
till shone the holy rock
like a pleasant sun

all because the pleas
were reply’d–
not always to the fullness
of the hope–
but nonetheless reply’d–
that another ear dwelt
in some abstract region

a challenge to a newer war–
being belief enough
versus th’ unsociable sloth,
whose tongue be mostly paper

Darkness Speaks

this morning

the sunrise warm’d my skin

my feet and hands puddl’d along the shore
o’er the last breath of each wave

my fingers tast’d of salt

the fragrance of the sea and barbecues

the melodia of seagulls and swimmers

such was Today’s shape of my perpetual night
that only a Blind Woman like myself
can digest

and be uplift’d
to a smile

Collision of Thoughts Unthinking (06/23)

Myself Sown
    In
Mystery’s uberous Womb:
Fertilization
    of
Void and Benumbment:
    Motion:
Polyembryos of Time…
Final Prelimit = Eternity
“… at Infinity’s Door
    Abandon’d…”
Farewell, dearest Knowledge!
Greetings,
              U
                N
                  K
                   N
                     O
                       W
                         N
                                   Knock! 
                                   Knock!

Memorial Day 2023

young USA
garb’d in grad gowns
of campaigners—
some tearfully etch’d
upon the DC Wall—
others bearing witness
to today’s handshakes—
everyone glad it’s over
         …at least There

I’d like to honor the memory
of PFC Peter Alan Gruca,
who graduated Marine boot camp
in March of 1969
and was a casualty of the Vietnam War
in November of the same year.
He died serving our country
at the young age of 19.

Semper Fi

(photo courtesy of the Wall of Faces)