Tag: poem

Posted on

The Crooked Shutter

The crooked shutter bangs against the jamb Then flies back out in an uncertain arc Weathered by the passage of time And left in disarray Thick grime covers the small window Shadow-thick with erstwhile spirits Prancing in faded memory Dancing in slow circles Reminiscence of time gone by Faithless in its scrutiny Relentless in its … Continue reading The Crooked Shutter

Posted on

Five and Two

They came in sections Five to the left Two to the right Intensely focused and young Strictly regimented Trailing coattails And scattered stars Five aside Two in the front Captured on Kodak film Tucked away in memories Left on the ground Blood duly camouflaged As garden music But tea time is distant Trapped in fatigues … Continue reading Five and Two

Posted on

Sliding Scales

Scales tilting One by one Left to right Like dominoes White on black Falling swiftly Slick like Icarus With ice cold wings Blind justice on pause Waiting for cessation Casual acquaintance Once met, twice denied Balancing on edge An angel’s pirouette Practiced Calculated Responsible like rain Sliding down windowpanes Steady and willing See-saw traction Playground … Continue reading Sliding Scales

Posted on

Taking Wing

Delineating sides White and black Light and shadow Couched in convenience But contrary in nature A Judas Iscariot for the masses Embraced by few Judged by many Conscience shattered The endless refrain Sung by neophytes indeed Trapped in bodies of lead Hanging from a tree That salty smell Permeating the still air Hot and cold … Continue reading Taking Wing

Posted on

Love Is…

Love is radiant Shining in the dark Beating heart to heart Friction’s spark Love is complete Even in the midst of pain All through the pouring rain Never, ever tame Love is transcendent Forever binding Never minding Free from hiding Love is constant Even when submerged It sings a plaintive dirge And waits to again … Continue reading Love Is…

Posted on

Proximity

It is near Just off the horizon Gently mocking Its faceless features Somehow bereft Yet juxtaposed just so And fading Near enough to touch If you were so inclined A madness grasping Clambering for purchase The perfect daydream Until it isn’t A distraction so true Amidst the mundane But running out of time Running out … Continue reading Proximity