Where Do They All Belong

Empty Spaces,
Within and without,
Yearning to be filled.

Hollow caverns,
Cold and damp,
Deep inside
Muffled sobs
Echo among the stalactites
Into the darkness.

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.


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
To notice.


אליהו הנבי (Eliyahu HaNavi)


Frightened, I flee
For my life,
Dismissing my manservant,
Escaping into the wilderness
Where our fathers wandered
In the presence of God.

Settling under a juniper bush
I pray the Lord take my life.
Am I a righteous Enoch
That I should ascend to Heaven
While I still breathe
And not join my fathers
As dust returns to dust?

I am Noah,
Blameless in my generation,
Though my generation
Is a vile pit of sin.
There will be no flood
To drown the wicked,
And no Ark
To rescue me.

In the night
My prayers are answered,
But its not the answer
I wished for.
A messenger gives me
A hot meal
And directions.

I journey into the past
In the time it takes
To drown a world,
I arrive at the plane
Where the golden idol
Was raised,
And holy blood was spilt.
I climb the mountain
Where the Law took form,
Sit in a cave and wait,
Isolated by my faith.

In the morning,
Beckoned by my Liege,
I come into the daylight,
Feel the wind in my hair,
Feel the mountain move
Beneath my feet,
And feel the heat of fire
On my face.
A still small voice
Whispers in my ear.

I must return home.

7/9/03 – 11/5/18

אליהו הנבי (Eliyahu HaNavi) is pronounced “El-ee-yahoo Ha Na-Vee” and is usually translated into English as “Elijah, The Prophet”

Image is Elijah in the Desert by Washington Allston. Found at WikiMeia Commons.


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.


Alone (a tyburn)


Left alone, virtually disowned
Dethroned by the sin none could condone.


My first attempt at a Tyburn.

Isolated and Alone

Isolated: Alone.
Solitary confinement
In a crowded room.
Avoiding eye contact,
Yearning for a touch.
Afraid of contact,
Of judgment
When they realize
What you really are.


Isolation #2 (Tetractys)

by myself,
in a crowd of
people, anxiety, and suffering.


This poem started life as the first draft of Isolation, but I couldn’t get the syllable count to fit the tetractys form. I ended up starting over and writing a new tetractys on the same theme. After letting it rest for a few days I came back to the first draft and was able to complete it.

Poem #24 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

The Mask (a Tanka)

Laughing in public
Always a smile for the crowd
A mask perfected
Nobody will ever hear
The wailing in the deep night.


This tanka is my second response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 28 – LAUGH & CRY (I substituted “laughing” for “laugh” and “wailing” for “cry”)

Poem #6 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Alone (a Troilet)

Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Silent, quiet, but not without something to say,
Darkened corner, a solitary shroud,
Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Bent by the crushing weight of darkness: bowed,
Salty tears, could there be no other way?
Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Silent, quiet, but not without something to say.


My first attempt at a troilet.

Poem #4 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)