Shadow and Light

An old darkness
Weaves her webs,
Strands and cables
From rock to cliff
Covering the valley
From peak to peak,
A blackness no light can penetrate,
No eye can pierce.

Under cover of clouds
Of shadow, darkness, and void,
Led by her Master, full of
Ego, greed, and revenge.

Piercing, sucking dry
The light of the world,
Licking up the bleeding sap
From the trees of life.

The only light left,
Stolen away; hidden.
A world draped in darkness; marred.
Waiting to be healed.

8/5/17

This poem was inspired by Chapter 8 of Quenta Silmarillion, the third part of J. R. R. Tolkein‘s The Silmarillion.

Blood into Ink

I am honored to have one of my poems featured on the Blood into Ink blog today. The poem “Blood into Ink” was written in response to the Blood Into Ink Writing Prompt Challenge held by Christine Ray of the Brave and Reckless blog.

Blood into Ink is “a safe, respectful, open and inclusive home for stories of survival from those who have lived through sexual abuse, rape, physical abuse, emotional abuse, child neglect, domestic violence and other forms of trauma. It is a place to share writing about our struggles and our triumphs.”

The poem has been posted on Blood into Ink and Brave and Reckless:

“Blood into Ink” @ Blood into Ink’s blog & “Blood into Ink” @ Brave and Reckless

Please visit the blogs, let me know what you think of the poem & be sure to look around the Blood into Ink blog and Christine’s blog for some amazing writing.

–John

The Hunt (tanka)

Searching for answers
To questions forever asked.
Seeking only truth
Following the path ahead
Finding myself on the way.

8/1/17

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 44 – #Haiku #Haibun or #Tanka: HUNT & FIND

The Key

The Key

Sore knees kneeling
Inside darkened doorways,
Pants worn to threads,
Back aching bending,
Peering through the keyhole
To see the world outside.
Pure light stinging,
Eyes tearing,
Cannot look away,
Trying to piece together
What is on the other side.
Family and friends
Huddled behind you
Watching puppet shadows
On the wall.

Open the door
—You’ve always had the key—
Sunlight warm,
Pure, blinding, hurting,
Don’t recoil, or turn away,
Stand; face the day,
Open the shades,
Fill the house with light.

7/21/17-7/26/17

Original keyhole image is by Storye Book. It was found at WikiMedia Commons  & modified by myself using Photoshop.

Confusion (Tanka)

Heated arguments
Opinion and fact confused
Divisions run deep
Opinions informed by facts
Facts changed to fit opinions

7/25/17

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HEAT & CONFUSE

Living (Haiku)

Green leaf canopy
Wild nature living; thriving
Peaceful stillness flows

7/18-7/19/17

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD. I substituted “stillness” for “calm.”

Into the Woods

For Henry David Thoreau

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Live life deliberately,
Minute by minute
Day by day,
Mindful of every moment
From birth to ultimate decay.

Don’t be distracted
By trivialities, luxuries;
Empty goals for which the desperate strive,
And realize at the graveyard gate
That you were never truly alive.

7/14/17

Melody in the Mist (Tanka)

The art of living
In sync with our true nature:
A good flow of life
A melody in the mist
The symphony of the soul.

7/12/17

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: MUSIC & ART. I subsituted “Melody” & “Symphony” for “Music.”

In the Air (Haiku)

Sweet smell of flowers
Seasoning the air
Cool breeze through the trees.

7/9/17

My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 40 – SUGAR & SPICE. I subsituted “Sweet” and “Seasoning” for “Sugar” and “Spice.”

Would anyone Notice?

Would anyone notice
If I just disappeared?

If my voice grew silent,
Words stopped flowing,
Notebooks unwritten,
Poems un-posted.

Facebook, Twitter un-updated,
No pictures, no quotes,
No retweets, likes, or replies.

Would anyone notice
If I just wasn’t here?

No non-committal nods
In the corridor at work.
No awkward small-talk
In the lunchroom.
No pretending interest or concern.

Would anyone notice
If I just disappeared?

6/30/17