Drifting down the docks at night
In someone else’s clothes.
The passers by look right through me
As they wander to and fro.

Walking through dark dim light
Trusting my feet to fate,
Pulling me unwillingly from the reservoir
Back to the interstate.

Road weary, body aching,
Looking for the way back home.
Head is dizzy, hands are numb
The world fades into monochrome.

Battered black and white photos,
Yellow tapes corners, crooked on the page
Men with old fashioned hats and fear in their eyes
Barely concealing the white man’s racist rage.

Burning houses and burning crosses
Smoke fills the ebony skies,
Bloodied brown faces look up
To see a hood covering all but the coward’s eyes.

Walking relentlessly down
That dusty old Dixie Highway
Moving further and further away from
Woody Guthrie’s sacred golden sky-way.

Hitchhiking highway in dim light,
Unsure if its dusk or dawn,
Quietly humming a happy tune
From an old Big Bill Broonzy song.


Notions – tanka

Held oh so tightly
The most peculiar notions
’til knuckles are white.
Views must change to fit the facts,
Facts can’t change to fit your views.


My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 94, “Beliefs & Strange,” #SynonymsOnly.

A Senryu on Writer’s Block

Words are not flowing
The ink is dry in the well
I am struck speechless.


Inspiration – a tanka

The Nine Muses

Pen put to paper,
Record the gifts of the Muse,
Scribbled in frenzies,
Possessed hand cramped and swollen
Until the thought is finished


Response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 93, “Inspiration & Plan,” #SynonymsOnly.

Image is a detail from a 2nd Century Roman sarcophagus depciting the 9 Muses and thier symbols. They are, from left to right:Clio (history), Thalia (comedy and pastoral poetry), Erato (love poetry), Euterpe (flutes and lyric poetry),  Polyhymnia (sacred poetry), Calliope (epic poetry), Terpsichore (dance), Urania (astronomy) and Melpomene (tragedy).

Found at WikiMedia Commons.

Indie Blu(e) Welcomes John W. Leys — INDIE BLU(E)

Very honored to be included among the talented indie-authors at Indie Blu(e)

John W. Leys is an indie poet/author from Redmond, Oregon. He currently posts his work on his blog Darkness of His Dreams, which he started in 2016. John has been writing poetry since he was 14 years old and has had his work published in a variety of small publications, including Omnibus—the literary journal of the […]

via Indie Blu(e) Welcomes John W. Leys — INDIE BLU(E)

Spellbound – Tanka

Spellbound, enchanted
Words of a cherished poet,
A salve for the soul,
Caressed by holy verses
Writ on pages now yellow.


 My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge NO. 92, “Bewitch & Treasure,” #SynonymsOnlyColleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge NO. 92, “Bewitch & Treasure,” #SynonymsOnly.

Bran the Blessed

Bran, blessed crow,
Revered raven,
Son of the seas,
Brother of Branwen,
Defender of honor,
Keeper of the cauldron
Of life.

Gave Branwen’s hand
In marriage to Eriu’s land,
Revoked once the abuse
Of the King was clear.

After the battle
That broke his sister’s heart,
His disembodied head,
Cleaved from his neck
By a friend,
Talking and joking,
Keeping his comrades company
On the long
Journey home.

After 87 years
The sorrow settles in.
A silent head
Laid to rest
Under the White Hill,
Gazing toward Gaul,
Protecting and defending
Even in death.


Eriu’s Isle – a Tanka

Northwest of Prydein
Enchanted Emerald Isle,
On the border ‘tween
This land and the other-world,
From which the Banshees still wail.



Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Walking down the boulevard
To the Bowery slums,
Broken dreams and broken men
Drenched in kerosene.

Standing in dirty shadows
Of millionaire owned monoliths
Unseen, forgotten
Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Out of time.