This is not a love song Sung sweetly in your ear Embracing you like light Under your skin Shining out like fire Until it is extinguished This is not a missive dear Flung from highest cloud To lie prostrate at your feet Submissive to your will Consistent and consisting Of modern fairy tales This is … Continue reading Not a Love Song: A Poem
His tired feet Encased in shoes too small For far too long Worn leather cracked And bleeding Dusty soles betray Where he’s been Old sawdust and pain Weathered by time Waiting for a new day When he can sail away Her shapely leg Disappearing at the ankle Where it kisses new leather Spun out and … Continue reading Juxtaposed: A Poem (based on a contemporary painting)
The song trills loud and clear Across the barren landscape Echoing far and wide The song carries into the valley Attracting others to its sound Late, late into the night The song, hushed and uncanny A signal call for love Incredible, yet fleeting The song, fractured and lean Begins to dissolve in the air Fluttering … Continue reading Ode to a Nightingale
Straight lines Going nowhere And everywhere All at once Burning like fire Shut up in my bones Aching to be free Yet dreamless Born from ashes Consumed by light Radiantly glowing Constantly shifting Always in pain Straight lines Going places And yet nowhere At the same time The epitome of art In an artless world … Continue reading Straight Lines (A Poem)
The stage sits empty, disused The actors all gone home for the day or maybe forever You never can tell Until the curtain opens on the next night The lights are powered down Slumbering in their sleep Giant eyes closed tightly Don’t tempt them to open They’re temperamental The director sits backstage Focused on dialogue … Continue reading Waiting For the Show (A Poem)
I recall the first poem I ever wrote, I believe I was 12 at the time, and how I thought it was incredibly hard, the hardest enterprise I had ever undertaken up to that point. And I guess it was, trying to craft words into some semblance of order on a page that didn’t seem … Continue reading Naming the Unnameable: An Exercise in Poetry
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