Evergreens

Green meadows hold court

for the beckoning high kings

pristine in their sport

*2012

With Nothing to Say

Has it really been four weeks
and I have had nothing to say?
Surely there has been more to do
and more time filled with play.

Where, oh where, did four weeks go?
Perhaps it's because I stubbed my toe.
Surely there are brain cells connected
all the way from there to my feet.
Isn't that how the song is metered?
From verse to verse, ankle and shin do meet?

Alas, I have no answers
and still I sit
longing to ponder
what no one else has dreamt.

*2012 december

Resurrection

Fields of purple fade to gray

as Light yields and turns away.

Silver threads weave a night sky

and Dark shrouds the Earth to hide.

Slumber brings a quiet peace;

respite from enormous grief.

To take each day with disdain

scars a soul with searing pain.

Mem'ries play alive in dreams

when Time and Love reigned supreme.

Light turns back the ev'ning sky

with new hope the Man will rise.

*revised 2012

More Than a Copy

Pretty on a paper,
perfect in its place.
Each color isolated.
No breath; no living space.

Paper doll patterns,
line up in class.
Attention gilds their edges.
No love; no living space.

One day a new song,
breaks into the rhythm.
Drums no longer beat
a monotonous grief.
One small breath; simple living space.

Wonders in stained glass,
lay exact in their frames.
The master selects each color
with precision and plan.
No shame; a new living space.

How so our world?
We behave like paper dolls.
In copy harkening to a drum
that marks Death's chant.
Fly from these walls, all you colors of glass.
Breathe in the air and soar to the clouds.
Sing a song that will free your soul,
and look for your Master's true given place.

Ode to Coffee

May you ever be

in the best of moods

and transform my smile

with your warm brew.

Whether dark or light

it matters not;

where I hope to live

is near your small pot.

Come hither, come nigh

all I wonder is why;

when my love draws cold,

Make mine bold!

Silver Storms

Silver ships collide
their moonlit caps froth and foam
creatures skip along

Silver trumpets blast
the air snaps its sonic charge
and sails billow wide

Water creatures groan
wretched with their labor
roaring to full height

Silver tsunami
in the quiet of the night
capsizes the moon

Solitary Pen

Solitary pen

singular comprehension

dark angry black stains

Giving its life blood

translating melancholy

primal on a page

Deep well of sadness

to quench the languishing thirst

in ink now resides