Beneath 2Beneath 23 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So still, untroubled,
the water reflects the trees,
its cool depths hidden.
On the river bed, it waits,
the predator. It will strike.
WildernessWilderness3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A moment, unowned
it seems. In Siberia,
maybe. Winter sun
etched pale on a glass plate,
mysterious yet empty.
FloweringFlowering3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Suppose a blossom
could unfold without matter,
might that impossible flower
realise the soul's old dream?
On The PodiumThe art of conductivityOn The Podium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton
serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.
The WayThe Way3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ends and beginnings
Yang dances with Yin.
SolitaryYes, I’m living alone.Solitary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've worn this apartment in,
it's comfortable now, like an old shoe.
Since moving in, I’ve discovered
I share this space with several
the lost tribe of my familiars,
Most often they sleep, polluting
this narrow space with
insatiable dreams. When they
occasionally awake, their wide
open eyes blaze with dark passions.
I find myself scribbling outlines
of unspeakable dialogue.
SagacityDid he love wisdom?Sagacity3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
His love was unrequited.
In his heart he knew
none could cultivate the void
from which alone all else grew.
The TrapThe path invites you,The Trap3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
where will it lead? You follow,
before long you know.
Time, cruel tyrant,
allows no looking back.
The grave is waiting.
BelittledBelittled3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of doubt engulfs the figure,
so very tiny,
his shadow more prominent
than he is. Can he survive?
EnduranceEndurance3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
seems never to come closer.
What waits for him there?
Explorer 2Explorer 23 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ghosts cast no shadows.
Shadow borrows its substance
Still the Dreamer must explore
the realm of shadows, all night.
Air Force Revisited.Air Force Revisited.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dense enough to deflect light
Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.
solid enough to impede light
yet made of nothing.
Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.)
Wonderland Conundrums1Wonderland Conundrums3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
How did white roses
grow in so malevolent
a place? No time left,
even if scarlet paint could
save us. We've reached our last day.
A vanishing cat
leaves its grin behind! Can you see
it, lodged in your mind?
I can spot oxymorons
easily. No grin fools me.
Never Forget This DayI am trapped insideNever Forget This Day7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Four walls around me
With a screen of blue
Can’t find my way
Out of this place
I am being sucked dry
Needle pin pricks
Of pain deep inside
Tell me am alive
Flying demons of
Broken leather wings
Keep flying overhead
My insides want
To explode forever
My lips frozen shut
That can’t scream or shout
To warm others about
Spin dry full forward
Going around and around
Black smoke choking
Outside of town
Black rain coming down
This moment in time
Is standing still and
Just goes on and on
Everyone will remember
The number 911 forever
When this day is gone
AlienationAlienation3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Life is perplexing,
for them it didn't come right.
Each one thinks alone.
Journey's EndTattered banners flap and rattleJourney's End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the mastheads, tugged by unceasing
rivers of air. The sodden hulk
can only wallow, helpless before
the fierce teeth at the cliff foot
as breakers shove the craft
All the ship's canvas consumed,
stitched into shrouds for too many
burials at sea.
The ship of fools meets
at last with destiny.
RevelationRevelation3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What can the child know
of an adult's despair?
Will the image remain
to darken his dreams, waking him
as he lies cocooned in night?
SolipsistSolipsist3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Spirit torments flesh.
The sharp goad of emptiness,
of solitude, stings.
Touch, soothing or harsh,
might redeem isolation.
ScrapScrap3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Stranded objects make appeal
But what whole could ever be
of which such remnants are part?
OrchestrationOrchestration2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Just her inner ear;
she fills the empty spaces
from her memory.
Emancipation Day1Emancipation Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am here, not dreaming I know, yet feeling apart
from all my surroundings, as though an actor who waits his cue,
ready, when the word is spoken, to plunge into the world
spun by the playwright's web of images.
We all have parts, it seems, in what could have been an antique movie.
Soon each of us will recite our contribution to the day's script.
(The townscape surrounding us, these unfamiliar buildings,
all glow, made unsubstantial by a convalescent sun.)
He is beside me, trailing reminders of our often celebrated love.
He too is touched by the strangeness of the day, yet we, he and I,
are the day's single reality.
We wear the uniform, collar, tie and suit.
A few close friends swell our number. They too await
their ceremonial cues. They are our witnesses,
ready to vouch publicly for that reality that fate
seems to have woven around our shared intimacy.
(Will memory burnish it, making
it glow in recollection,
this liberating day when my sluggish life was tugged
ChantryListen, child, listenChantry3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to the love that the bird sings
mellifluous, monotonous, it chants
the changeless song of its being
that love, that ancient syncopation,
that emptiness of the overflowing heart.