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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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.

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.

 

When I’m Gone

I don’t need people
To remember me
When I’m gone.

I just want
Someone
To notice.

12/18/18

Setting Sail

They built a boat on the Brandywine
And covered it in clover,
Celebrating the glorious day
That the Great War was finally over.

They sailed the river wide
Enjoying the freedom of the water,
Fantasizing lush green fields and afternoons
In the company of the Captain’s daughter.

But despite the smiles and laughter
They were all forever changed,
Like the borders of foreign countries,
By war drastically rearranged.

They saw ancient cites leveled,
And human flesh burned black,
They’d fight two hours to gain ten feet,
And lose twenty in the counter attack.

But no one could understand
Who hadn’t seen through their eyes,
The horrors they’d encountered,
And the morals they’d been forced to compromise.

And now the war was finished,
Until the next one came along,
The soldier sacrifice all but forgotten
Save in the melody of their melancholy song.

11/8-11/9/18

The Battlefield

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An old weary soldier,
Alone on an empty battlefield,
Mud filled trenches and
Bombed out craters.
Still smoldering fires in the distance.
Every other soul,
Friend or foe,
Felled along the line.

A brief pause,
After the battle is spent,
Tattered clothes,
He talks to ghosts,
Debating with death
To lay down arms
Forever
Before the conflict continues.

10/8-10/9/18

Image is taken from a WW I Montage, found on WikiMedia Commons.

My Heart’s in the Highlands

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My heart’s in the Highlands
Gentle and free,
No matter where I go
No one seems to be talking to me

Walking and listening
To the magpies at play
Struggling to hear exactly
What it is that they say

Perched in their trees
Reciting remembered rhymes,
Drawing up images
Of far better times.

My heart’s in the Highlands,
Where my grandfathers once dwelt,
Dreaming of how that refreshing
Aberdeen breeze must’ve felt

Walking my own road,
Unburdened and free,
Just like that homeless family
That no one seems to see.

Invisible, immaterial,
Like a Ring-Wraith without a cloak,
Drifting on the wind
Like ashey crematorium smoke.

My heart’s in the Highlands
Where there’s nothing left to fear,
My heart’s in the Highlands,
Nobody even knows I’m here.

10/1-10/6/18

Inspired by My Heart’s in the Highlands by Robert Burns and Highlands by Bob Dylan.

The image at the top of the post is a Photo taken by Richard Webb on 17 October 2005 of Loch Long, northwards up the loch towards Ben Killilan and Sgumain Coinntich, and originally posted on geograph.org.uk.

Drifting

Drifting down the docks at night
In someone else’s clothes.
The passers by look right through me
As they wander to and fro.

Walking through dark dim light
Trusting my feet to fate,
Pulling me unwillingly from the reservoir
Back to the interstate.

Road weary, body aching,
Looking for the way back home.
Head is dizzy, hands are numb
The world fades into monochrome.

Battered black and white photos,
Yellow tapes corners, crooked on the page
Men with old fashioned hats and fear in their eyes
Barely concealing the white man’s racist rage.

Burning houses and burning crosses
Smoke fills the ebony skies,
Bloodied brown faces look up
To see a hood covering all but the coward’s eyes.

Walking relentlessly down
That dusty old Dixie Highway
Moving further and further away from
Woody Guthrie’s sacred golden sky-way.

Hitchhiking highway in dim light,
Unsure if its dusk or dawn,
Quietly humming a happy tune
From an old Big Bill Broonzy song.

7/17-7/26/18

Disconnected

Disconnected,
Adrift in the gray.
Bright colors of life
Muted by dense fog,
Murmuring voices
Talking around
And through,
But never to me.

Seeking, searching,
Screaming out
In silent prayer
To be seen,
To be heard,
To be healed.

6/21-6/22/18

Vacuums and Scars

A living nightmare
From which I cannot wake.
Coming apart at tge seems
Like an ill made scarecrow
Left in the weather too long,
Portions of my past
Falling away to dust,
Leaving sucking black
Vacuums,
Bending light,
Distorting everything they touch.

Souls slipping away
One by one.
Time’s tragedy:
Entropy increases.
Some vanish quickly,
Some fade over time,
Still here,
But not the same.
All leave black void scars
Like the aftermath
Of open heart surgery.

6/14-6/20/18