The weight of the sky
Rushes to the ground
In a soothing, smothering
White noise of sound.
It beats like a heartbeat.
It burns like a thought.
A sky filled with light
In a night’s living dark.
Entrancing, relaxing,
Frightening, compelling –
It calls to the soul
With each beat, with each flash:
A cavalcade of conflicts –
The calm and the crash.
Category Archives: Poetry
A Night’s Living Dark
Old Ears
From a worn chair in a dim, dusty room,
Old ears listen for a familiar tread:
The fast, heavy clicks of heels,
Focused and fast in a no-nonsense drive
From home to work and back again.
But, no. A breath. That tread was from then.
Tired eyes close. Then wait for the beat,
The pitter-patter of dainty feet that
Jump and flutter down the stairs
To head to school or outside to play.
No. Those feet grew. They moved away.
A sigh. A breath. A weary shake.
And the head turns for a slower step,
Careful and reliable in sturdy shoes,
Always there, each year, each hour and day.
And so in the silence the old ears stay.
Elements of Everyone
A hundred subtle vowel and
Consonant changes – inflections that
Challenge the ear of strangers with
Elements of everyone you know:
Nanoscale bits of people absorbed
Through life and reflected back.
Happy May Day
Can you hear the giggles?
Hear the pattering feet
Fading off down the street
As the door opens wide,
With no one to see.
But a bouquet of flowers
Sits neat on the stoop
Store-bought in a vase or
Hand-picked in a jar –
A gift from a neighbor,
A relative, or a friend:
A deep, thoughtful gift,
Or a traditional way
To say, “Thank you,” “I love you,”
And “Happy May Day!”
The Poetry Store
“Oh, no!” she cried, tears in her eyes,
“The poetry store is dark inside!
The shelves are empty – the rhymes are gone!
No books! No schemes! No driving song
Of meters pushing each word on.
This cannot be! This is a crime –
To take poetry but leave us time!
Who would bury us with such woes
As to live and die with only prose?”
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