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after the rise comes the fall (#328)

when did I start writing
more about death
than about love?

notice the waves
leaving the shore
instead of breaking at my feet?

when did I give power to fear
instead of hope?

feel my breath escaping
instead of filling me?

when did I start counting the silences
between my heart beats?

look toward the shadow
rather than toward the sun?

will I ever let
Spring come again?

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2018 in new poetry

 

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Friday, 2:15 PM (#327)

Today
I watched a woman
Dressed in jeans
A lavender blouse
And black flats
Walk straight into the ocean waves.
She did not hesitate nor flinch
Until she stopped when the waves
Peaked at her shoulders.
She dipped her head under a wave
Then flipped her wet hair back.
She stood and stared at the undulating horizon.
After two or three minutes
She turned around and walked back to shore
Never hesitating nor flinching.
As she walked past me sitting alone in the sand
Her wet hair dripped down her back.
She had lost her shoes.

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2018 in new poetry

 

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Deciduous (#326)

It is easy to love a tree in Spring
Budded and budding
Showing you colors you are expecting
Or in Summer
All shade and soft smells
Or in Autumn
When they age with dignity
Trembling
With leaves dancing
Like couples who learned to waltz
50 years ago.

But in Winter?
Can you love a tree in Winter?
Overly thin
And awkwardly standing
Showing their skeleton
Like a hospital patient
With their gown unintentionally open.

The weather is cold.

The breath I have remaining
Fogs out of my mouth.

Will you love me
In this unforgiving Winter?

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2018 in new poetry

 

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Our First Night (#325)

You woke me from a dream about you
To tell me you had been dreaming about me

You would think this would make us soulmates
Or something
Already connected through the ether
Of the subconscious

And maybe we are

But I had been dreaming
Of you trapped in a black room

And you had been dreaming
Of my body separated
Into jagged pieces

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2018 in new poetry

 

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