poetry – Page 29 – Sam's Online Journal

February 5, 2013February 5, 2013

Waiting For the Show (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)

January 31, 2013January 31, 2013

Naming the Unnameable: An Exercise in Poetry

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

January 31, 2013

From the Vault: Angel Wings (A Poem from 7/22/03)

Angel wings, freshly painted in shades of white Characteristically flawed and sitting in the corner He places them at right angles in his tortuous sleep As their shadows fly away She whispers in his ear when morning comes Backlit scene of a red bordello shining in her eyes When he awakes she always disappears The … Continue reading From the Vault: Angel Wings (A Poem from 7/22/03)

January 29, 2013

Between Days (A Poem)

Between days, the mad blood stirs Scathing judge and jury of time’s dogged march Cruel sentinel leading to death’s far shore Drifting with the incoming tide of disillusionment And found wanting Between days, a plaintive whistle sounds Marking hopes and dreams to come Shadowed in fortune’s doorway Married to the widow of a sigh In … Continue reading Between Days (A Poem)

January 24, 2013January 24, 2013

From the Vault: Civil War (A Poem)

Freedom by numbers… escalating As the fire rages deep in the heartland Into the heart of a child left to die Holding onto the severed hand of all that is left of its family Ripped in two by the thick knife of hatred And this civil war burns its imprint into the ravaged earth 5, … Continue reading From the Vault: Civil War (A Poem)

January 15, 2013June 7, 2013

Formed: A Poem

I created a monster One who talks like me One who acts like I used to And dreams my dreams. I created a saboteur An angel in devil’s shoes Content with destruction And a penchant for hate. I created a fragment A figment of my mind Transparently solid Conscious of its being. I created a … Continue reading Formed: A Poem