Are You Free? @ FVR

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Are You Free?

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Haiku on Time

Time devours all
From the roots to the branches
Nothing can escape

6/13/19

In response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 131 #SynonymsOnly

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Spring Sunset

Golden brittle leaves
Crackle underfoot,
Even though its Spring,
Season of rabbits and rebirth,
Flower petals and Passover.
Time to make a sign
On your door-frame,
Painted in lamb’s blood
So God doesn’t murder
The wrong children.

Orange sun sets
And gold leaf clouds.
Light drains from the east
Into the western sea.
The darkness spreads gently
Drifting off to sleep.
Stars will soon be shining
Out from the ebony vault.

If one of them died today
We wouldn’t even know
We had reason to mourn
For at least four years
As the light lives on
Beyond them.

5/30/19

On This Day I Completed My 46th Year

I woke up this morning
With fewer steps ahead
Then there are behind,
As the incline increases
In proportion to the number
Of familiar faced corpses
Rotting in the ditch
Along the side of the road.

Bone on bone
Cartilage-free grinding
In my knees
Won’t hold out much longer.

Though they’ve lasted
Ten years longer
Than Byron’s club foot,
Marching a Grecian swamp
In search of a soldier’s grave
To lie down in.

Forty-Six years
And both my parents are gone,
My own sunset in sight,
Nihilism scratching
The inside of my skull.
Drifting in the dusk,
Memories of motivations
And dreams unseen
Flutter and fade,
Smoke in the sky.

5/20-5/30/19

Counting the Seconds @ Free Verse Revolution

A new poem I wrote about Time is now available at Free Verse Revolution:

Counting the Seconds

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

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.

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

Shadows on the Sea @Free Verse Revolution

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

Shadows on the Sea

And Jesus Wept

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Jesus Wept
At Lazarus’ death,
Thought he knew
He’d resurrect,
Jesus wept,
As Lazarus slept
In a stone-cold crypt,
From which his sisters crept
On a moonlit night
While Jesus wept.

2/3/19

Image is from Jésus pleura by James Tissot