We’re winning. So say the progenitors of such things. I hang onto that thought in the night when the wind gnashes its phantom teeth on the palms and bullwhips crack the sky. __________________________________ Shared on Poet’s United. Continue reading TS Lee, 5:45 a.m.
I want to run naked down a pier and dive into cold clear lake waters, engulfed in liquid exultation. I want to make bracelets of clover and stack them up my arms to the elbows, adorned with the nectar of grace. I want to drive down long twisted roads in the country with the windows down, the breath of shade and sun flowing coolness and warmth. I want to watch lightning bugs flash in the quiet of an evening, neon poke-a-dots against the earths’ closed eyes. I want to fill my lungs with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, light-headed and … Continue reading June
After The Night Let’s step down this street right now, washed bright as our shining faces in the early pre-dawn light. We’ll welcome the cool air of March on our skin and breathe in the scent of freshly baking pistolettes as we meander over cobblestones worn smooth over time by thousands of footsteps. We’ll watch the pigeons pecking for errant crumbs in the banquette cracks suddenly startled by the passing of a lone musician, coronet in one hand and fried chicken leg in the other, home-bound in his wrinkled white shirt, the echoes of last night’s melodies swirling around his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night
Capricious Craving Gentleness led to trust – the lightness of a touch, the feathered brush of a cheek, the whisper of a kiss. An intimate world is a delicate refuge. Alone, the fantasy crumbles. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 13 – Capricious Craving
Napoleon Ave Gargoyle perched above Sending his silent message Find your happy place ______________________________ For about 8 years I was actively under the care of a doctor. I went to his office on Napoleon Ave weekly, sometimes several times a week. After examination or the latest procedure I would wait in his office for him and the revised treatment plan. He had a gargoyle perched on top of a tall bookshelf and I would silently talk to it while I waited. He was a good listener. After the storm (Hurricane Katrina) the doc moved to an office further way (his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave
Freely Let Them Fall Our tears are the water of life, cleansing the debris left from suffering and grief, preparing the soil of our sensitivity, nourishing appreciation and forgiveness. __________________________________________________ The inspiration for this poem was the following passage: “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” ~~Elizabeth Kubler-Ross Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 10 – Freely Let Them Fall
Talisman I was given Our Lady of Guadalupe for faith, I gave her away for cancer. I was given St. Jude for hope, I gave him away for a healthy birth. I was given a fleur de lis for love, I gave it away as a reminder of home. Tokens of friendship given to me, passed on to others. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 8 – Talisman
The Pier The shadows on the river deceive the carefree. The muddy bottom disappears into twilight beneath a crescent moon. Down into cold waters a nightmare turns from fallow to full. _________________________________ Missing man’s body found beneath collapsed pier. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 7 – The Pier
The Swamp Shack Where once I laid my spinning, splitting head after an impetuous flight along an uneven footpath, mumbling foul epithets and being chased by phantom misdeeds. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 6 – The Swamp Shack
Pray for the Innocent We all know we will die one day off in the unforeseeable future. So far away we can keep it out of our mental line of vision while we are free to live our lives on our own terms. We are neither physically nor mentally confined to a cage, told when to eat, when to sleep, when we may feel the warmth of sunshine on our upturned faces. When we lie awake at night, unable to sleep, we think about our work or the little worries we have like someone who did us wrong that day … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 5-Pray For The Innocent
