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.

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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.

Cycles

The darkness only lasts
Until the dawn,
Storm clouds are
Eventually split
By the heat of the sun.

The light in the tunnel
Isn’t always a train,
Even the driest deserts
Can be baptized by the rain

Searing hot
Summer sun sets
Into the cool comfort
Of the nighttime breeze,
Fallen fruits
Rot on the ground
Giving birth to mighty trees.

Pleasant or foul,
Neither will long last,
Time flows forever forward,
The future becoming the past.

12/9/18

This poem was originally published @ Free Verse Revolution

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

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.