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

Advertisements

Dry Bones – a Haiku

Valley of dry bones
The breath of life in the wind
Life is born of death

The Hard Truth (a Troilet)

Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.
No one will ever truly know why,
Everything born must die.
Salt stains skin from tears we cry,
Silence answers the prayers we send.
Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.

6/4/18

Homeward Bound

On the road again
Back to where it all began,
Where it will all end,
Where it already ended
Surrounded by teapots,
Solar powered knick-knacks,
And Love.

Where it will continue
To end
As pieces of life
Dry up, die off,
And fall away
Like flakes of dandruff
In the wind.

Wind wears away
Layer by layer
Atom by atom
Leaving only
Bleached white bones
Resting near the heart
Of the valley.

River green valley
Parallel majestic mountains
That burned in the night,
Lighting the skies,
Blotting stars and Sun,
Overturning the evolutionary chain.

Now snow capped
Silent sentinels,
With the occassional rumble
Of boredom,
Holding fire,
Keeping the peace
Until the day
When everything
Will burn.

Starting out on my journey,
Through the pass,
Past the peaks,
Between sleeping giants
And down the
Fern and fir tree slopes,
Following flowing
Tributaries,
Following my footsteps
All the way home.

4/21/18

My 20th poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

napo2018button2

Down the Tracks

Life is not a road
On which we walk.
Roads can be walked
In either direction.

Life is a train
On which we ride,
Ever traveling forward
At faster
And faster speeds
Until we reach
Our destination.

4/21/18

My 19th poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

napo2018button2

Life – a Haiku

The glory of life
Maturing in the sunlight
Rooted in the Earth.

4/3/18

My third poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

napo2018button2

In answer to Colleen’s 2018 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 78, GROW & HONOR, #SnynonymsOnly

Kaddish for Karen Leys (1952-2018)

.facebook_1518968693588.jpg

Its so strange to think
That you’re not there
In that little house on Salem Avenue
Sitting on the couch
Quietly reading fantasy novels on your Kindle
While Dad watches NCIS,
As if you’d always been there
And always would,
While I sit here across the mountains
Hunched over a notebook
Writing til my hand cramps
Trying to make sense of it all.

Continue reading

Time is Relative

the-persistence-of-memory-1931

The clock ticks
From morning til night.
One moment dawn light
Warms young faces,
Training wheels, and zoo trains.
The next, cold winter shadows
Fall and grow
Under the west setting sun.

Calendar pages fall away,
Torn, faded;
Yellowed by time,
Littering the ground
Like sun dried maple leaves
In October.

One by one,
Two by two,
Faces fade into twilight skies.
Passing away down trails
We cannot follow,
Until the day we do.

2/2/18

The painting pictured above is The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí.

Patterns and Dust

Passing through eternity,
Through the cycles of infinity.
Things grow and flourish,
Decay and die,
Each end a beginning,
Each beginning and end,
Sometimes the same end,
The same beginning.

Circles and cycles of history,
Repeating, rhyming:
Patterns in the fog,
Order in the chaos,
A lotus flower in the swamp.

11/16/17

Paths

Paths cross in the woods
And merge into one.
World weary travelers
Share each other’s company,
Pool their resources,
And restore their strength.
The paths fork in two
Out on the plains.