Stand and Fall

Death bookends all life
Darkness borders the light
Silence follows every sound
Blankness every verse.
Oblivion catches all who fall,
And all who stand must fall.

6/7/18

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A Twitch Away From the End

The cold taste of steel
In your mouth,
The faint scent of gunpowder
Stings your throat.

Just a shiver
On the trigger
And a hot wad of lead
Tears a hole
Severing your cerebellum,
Bringing an end to everything,
Except the darkness.

5/9/18

Rain – a Haiku

Darkened stormy skies
Humidity is rising
Rain is on its way

4/3/18

My fourth poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

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Screaming at the Night

Standing on the river bank,
Clothed in the night,
Screaming into the darkness
At no one,
At everyone,
At the Universe herself.
Three stand as one,
Bounded by blood, faith, and love:

You can’t break us,
We will not give in;
We will not give up!
We will fight,
We will survive,
We will flourish,
Warmed by the new day Sun!

The darkness answers with fading echoes.

1/3/18

Casting Shadows (Haiku)

Light banishes dark
Yet the darkness still exists
The light casts shadows

8/22/17

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Shadow & Light.

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.

Reoccurring Dreams

The dreams return,
Can’t stop them from coming,
Dreams of the past,
Relived like a robot,
Unable to deviate from programming.

Dreams of things that never happened
–that never could–
But I that know to be true:
On stage alone,
Ukulele-playing Tangled Up In Blue,
Rock-Band-Playing
Won’t Get Fooled Again,
Sharing a backstage drink with
Early ’80s Pete Townshend,
Toasting a fallen friend,
Fidgeting for a fix.

Dreams of the future,
Not flying-car Flash Gordon future,
No Starships or monoliths.
The real future, my future:
The coming darkness,
Depression and death.
Standing on the beach
Feeling old and tired,
Isolated; alone,
Ready for the end.
But I’m wrong.

5/29/17

Adapted from Chapter II of Summer of a Doormouse.

Out of the Darkness (a Tanka)

Weighed down in the mire
Wandering around in the dark
Waiting to be saved
And led out into the light,
But you’re your only savior.

5/2/17

This Tanka is in response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 32 – LEAD & SAVE

Its Getting Darker (a Ghazal)

The sun fades into night, its getting darker.
Someone turned out the light, its getting darker.

Facts become opinions become lies,
You know its not right, its getting darker.

Fear, paranoia; propaganda rule the day,
Riots they incite, its getting darker.

Slave pitted against slave,
Much to master’s delight, its getting darker.

Everything ends; nothing lasts
Sinking like sunlight, its getting darker.

You’re tilting at windmills, John,
And still you write: Its Getting Darker.

4/20/17

This is my first attempt at a Ghazal.

Poem #21 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Leonard (a Haiku)

Birds on a wire
A murder of crows in flight
Its getting darker

4/17/17

Poem #18 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)