Tag: poem

Posted on

Salvation Blues

It’s standard practice This give and take Like salvation blues Thrumming in my soul Such a simple thing This running away To stand still Lost in thoughts Better left unsaid Caught between the melody And a slamming door The fragmentary dream Like puzzle pieces Sliding into place With a unique rhythm Lost in translation Measured … Continue reading Salvation Blues

Posted on

A Glance

Such strong words A hazarded glance Rife with meaning Denigration implied An easy mark Tilted off-center Straightened for show Like binding ties In a fitful dance Perfect expectation Of lost days Spent in shadow Where we stumble Where we fall In jilted lines That spread wide Then collapse In misunderstanding That loving hate Like liquid … Continue reading A Glance

Posted on

The River

The river takes aim Sliding slickly through On its way out to sea It follows the winding path As it meanders downhill Fish along for the ride They swim valiantly against The churning waves Desperate to go upriver But forced into the slide The water is pale gray As it carries silt and sand Through … Continue reading The River

Posted on

When I’m Old

When I’m old I want to be vibrant To sparkle with life Not wither and fade Like weather vanes In a dry season I want to still dream These young man’s dreams To fall and rise again As persistent as time With its staid patterns Yet random in places Where you can find me Never … Continue reading When I’m Old

Posted on

Strange Frequencies

I am two human beings One who dreams of change And finds solace in silence Another who stands still Who screams at the sky Waiting for answers That never seem to come Arguing with the other To find relevance in sin To cross transgression In order to come out clean That’s what we all want … Continue reading Strange Frequencies

Posted on

Faraway, So Close

Faraway, so close Lost in a moment That shall never return Neverending night Lacking all its stars In a fitful sleep Full of odd dreams And a lack of clarity Fighting a relevance That has yet to be seen Like art on a wall In an empty room Or strangers on a train Going nowhere … Continue reading Faraway, So Close