Waves

It comes and goes
Like waves crashing
On the beach
As the tide rolls in,
Wearing away rocks
Into sand,
Washing up driftwood,
Jellyfish,
And the occasional corpse.

I’ve never had
The best balance, but
I try to ride it out
—I’ve been taking lessons—
Adrenaline flows,
Knees wobble,
Let its power propel me,
Fighting it would just lead
To wipe outs, rip tides,
And undertows.

Afterwards,
Resting on the beach,
Dripping wet,
Catching my breath,
As the tide leaves its treasures,
Preparing myself
For the next time
I think of you again.

5/8/19

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Shadows on the Sea

The shadow stretches
And grows
As the sun sets
Into the sea,
Until all is darkness.

From daybreak
Until dusk
The clock ticks
Tocks, clicks
Down to the docks.

Seconds and minutes
March in formation,
Precise, steady,
A perfect procession,
Never deterred
From the destination.

Inevitable, equitable,
Never early or late,
Arriving just
When it means to:

At Camlann,
In London Tower;
On the Senate floor.

In an Athenian jail cell,
A Dakota doorway;
In a cornfield in Iowa.

At Missolonghi,
In a Paris apartment;
On board the Ariel
— or was it the Don Juan? —
Sailing into the west.

3/30/19

 

This poem was originally posted on FreeVerse Revolution.

Out of the Shadows

Fall onto knees
Under the shadows,
Shivering, suffering,
Praying for a way out,
Waiting for Gadot,
Sir Lancelot,
Or the appointed anointed,
But nothing arrives,
But darkness.

But no shadow exists
Without a light
To cast it.
Sunshine over the shoulder,
Nothing but darkness
In sight.
No knight needed
To turn and face the sun.

3/19-3/20/19

 

This poem was originally posted, in a slightly different form, on FreeVerse Revolution.

Ravens and Crows

I saw one of Wodan’s ravens
— Or was it one of Badb’s crows? —
Through dirty bus windows,
Flying over hard and frozen snow.

Fly on, old friend, with your mission,
And the messages you wish to bestow,
While, across the rivers, through the mountains
To grandmother’s house I go.

But grandmother doesn’t live there
— Or anywhere —
anymore.
So, to grandfather’s
— my father’s —
house I go.

Rails ride into the night,
Past mountain, tree, and snow,
Darkened windows reflect back
Future fears I cannot know.

Ten full moons have passed
Since the Banshee gently wailed,
Calling me back to the valley
Before the light finally failed.

The last time I saw mother’s face,
So weak and fragile her body’d grown
Yet from her eyes, her loving smile,
That old fire still shone.

And now, across snow-capped Cascades
I am called back once more,
For duty, for love, for unpaid debts,
And a destiny I can no longer ignore.

Not the sorrowful Banshee cry,
But crow-caw; raven-whispers,
Wisdom from the One-Eyed Wanderer;
Warnings from the Crow-Queen’s sisters.

The tapestry the Weird Sisters weave
Is completed when the final knot is tied.
Prepared or not, the future will arrive
On schedule, never avoided, delayed, or denied.

And so, I descend into the valley,
The steel steed never slows.
Uneasy, uncertain, yet undeterred,
Ready to sail wherever this river flows.

The future lies in the past
In that half-empty haunted bungalow,
Watched over and silently guided
By brother Raven and sister Crow.

12/30/18 – 04/23/19

Haiku written in Newport, OR

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Smell the salt sea air
Sealion laughter echoes
Gulls glide in the wind.

4/22/19

 

Where Do They All Belong

Loneliness,
Empty Spaces,
Within and without,
Yearning to be filled.

Loneliness,
Hollow caverns,
Cold and damp,
Deep inside
Muffled sobs
Echo among the stalactites
Into the darkness.

Loneliness
In a well lit room,
Full of family and friends,
Behind a pleasant smile,
Thin facade keeping them out
And everything else in,
Forever in danger of cracking.

2/13/18

This poem was originally published in Nicholas Gagnier’s book All the Lonely People, which is available in paperback and ebook editions at Amazon.

 

Shadows on the Sea @Free Verse Revolution

My latest poem is now available on the Free Verse Revolution blog:

Shadows on the Sea

Out of the Shadows @ Free Verse Revolution

Very happy to have had another poem posted by Free Verse Revolution:

Out of the Shadows

Home

Where the heart is
Where the soul is
Where you are
Where the tree was planted
And still grows.

Where you can never go back to
Where you are always welcome
Where everything feels familiar
No matter how much its changed

Where the past is present
And the future is born,
And no matter the weather
It is always warm.

2/4-2/5/19

This poem was originally published @ Free Verse Revolution

At The Beginning…

Void
Nihil, nothing
Darkness, density
Infinite eternity.

Expansion, explosions
Unbridled light.
Chaos, creation
Dragons and demons,
Fire and ice.
Mother Earth;
Father Sky
Split, divided
The world made right.

Monsters slaughtered;
Mountains carved
From their thighs.

Organized, categorized
Order imposed.
The future lies
There in the garden
Where the two trees grow.

1/2/19

This poem was originally published @ Free Verse Revolution