Running Away

You can run
Across dead leaves,
Through naked trees
In a dusk lit woodland
Off the trail,
Away from the crowd,
But you’ll never
Outrun your past
Without tripping
Over your destiny.

1-11-19

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At the Beginning @ Free Verse Revolution

Free Verse Revolution has posted another new poem of mine:

At the Beginning

Winter Haiku

A crisp cold wind blows
Snow starts swirling on mountains
Ice sparkles on trees.

1/8/19

In response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 118, #SynonymsOnly

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All The Lonely People – Now Available!

I am very happy to be included among the many talented writers in Nicholas Gagnier’s new anthology All the Lonely People, which is now available on Amazon!

 

All I Want For Christmas

For Justine

All I want
For Christmas
Is a moment.

That moment at the cabin
With the cat and that crummy
Mattress.
Before mortgages,
Bills, broken spirits,
And postponed dreams.

In that moment
It was all so simple,
Just you and me,
And our love.

That moment
In the mountains
When my mother
Was still alive
And my parents
Bought their new grandson
As many hot chocolates
As he could drink.

That moment of magic
When our lips touched
For the very first time
And I knew
Exactly where
I wanted to be.

That moment
Standing before you
With the ring
In my hand,
Everything clear
As a fairy tale
Ending,
With no worries
As to what comes after
“Happily ever after.”

All I want
For Christmas
Is a moment.

12/20/18

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

Words (tetractys)

Words
Only
Mean what we
Agree they mean.
They have no substance but what we give them

Vibrations in the air; ink on the page
Are just symbols
We use to
Convey
Thoughts.

11/10/18

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

My Own Words (Tanka)

Simple assignment:
Write this in your own words,
But no words are mine.
They belong to everyone,
I just rearrange them.

11/6/18

My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge NO. 109, Happy November – “Poets Choice of Words”

אליהו הנבי (Eliyahu HaNavi)

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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,
Alone,
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

Note:
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.