Tag Archives: Poem

Carried in the Winds

The lick of fire
Has fled from the coming ice
Carried in the winds.


A Labor Day Toast

To those who push papers,
And those who click mice.
To those who swing hammers
And those who roll dice.
To thinkers, to doers –
To teachers and crooners.
To cashiers, to stockers –
To clerks and dog-walkers:
From the lowest to highest
From the many to few,
Whatever your job,
A toast to you!
All you do, all you say,
All you write, plan, or make –
You deserve a day off!
Have a nice, happy break!


I Would Count the Hours

I would count the hours,
The minutes,
Until that blessed day,
But I have not
The slightest clue,
When this cold will go away.


Leaf Piles in the Wind

Scattered all over
Thoughts flutter and disappear:
Leaf piles in the wind


A Seat at the Bar

A moment of peace,
Sweetened by cold drinks
And decadent dishes –
A solitary bubble
In the bustling chaos
And excited crowds –
A gilded throne,
Metaphorically speaking:
The royal treatment
Without the toll.


Goddess of Air

Like a goddess freed
The air casts off the magma
And dances higher


Exhaustion Drags Downward

Exhaustion drags downward
Like a soaked cloak –
No, a sturdy shield:
Heavy enough to dispel attacks,
Simultaneously trapping
The inexperienced.


As the River Races

Millions race as one,
Merging – separate yet not:
Living, breathing speed


Possession

Cold eyes, glassy and staring,
Slide slowly across,
Like a security camera,
Emotionless and remote.
They stop with chilling abruptness
Like a gasp, never heard,
A beam that freezes you in place.
The frayed lace stirs slowly
As the head follows.
Target acquired.


The Unwritten

Indistinct shadows,
Fading into the background:
The ashes of words