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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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

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.

Do You Remember?

For Justine

Do you remember
When we went camping
With Smokey and the Bandit,
Johnny and June,
And that cat
That came with the cabin?

It was almost your birthday.
You were wearing my dog tags
And a smile
That just wouldn’t quit.

There was something
In the way you smiled
That calmed
A turbulent soul
And promised salvation
From the night.

Do you remember
That November trip
To the coast,
Tristyn running
And laughing on the beach,
Santa Clause,
And our first
Family portrait?

Do you remember
Arlo and Alice’s Restaurant,
How his song
About the soldiers
Made you cry?

Do you remember
The night before
Our wedding
When I got so drunk
That Tony had to
Practically
Carry me home
While you
Staid with your sisters
At the hotel
Because the Groom
Can’t see the Bride
Before she walks
Down the aisle?

Do you remember
Our wedding day
By the pond
Where we fished
So often?

I was so nervous
Your father
Had to teach me
How to breathe again.

He walked you
Down the aisle,
Your arm in his,
His hand grasping
A walking stick.

I don’t remember
Ever seeing
A more radiant bride,
Grin glowing like
A thousand supernovas
Against a dozen
Velvet black holes.

There was something
In the way you moved
In that snow-white dress
With the rose-red embroidery,
I knew I would never
Need another,
And we’d never again
Be alone.

11/2/18

Nothing to Fear (Tanka)

There is nothing to fear
About entering the tomb,
Nothing will happen
That didn’t happen to you
In the void before your birth.

10/31/18

A response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 108, “Afraid & Grave,” #SynonymsOnly

I Can Still Feel You

I can still hear
The sound of your voice
In my mind
And in my dreams.
I can feel your hands
On my face
The last time we met,
The cold piercing
My beard,
There was so little
Life left in them.

I can hear the joy
In your voice
When I told you
We were coming
To see you.
I can still see
The light
In your eyes
When your grandson
Took you for one last
Walk in the park.

I can still feel
The sinking
In my heart
When I realized
How limited
Our time really was,
And the crushing
Devastation
When they told me
You were gone.

10/30/18

Shining City Covered in Shit

Pale bloated
Puss filled slugs
And spineless jellyfish
Senators selling souls,
Guns, and national parks
To the highest bidder.

Stair stepping
Spinal chords
Of citizens, soldiers,
Scholars, and saints
To grasp the laurel leaves
Atop the Temple of Dis.
Now dry and brittle
Dusted with mold.

Sun-dried spray-tanned
Miniature mushrooms
on Mussolini’s balcony
Bankrolling the Ministry of Truth,
Redefining the length of an inch
So his paws don’t look
Quite so small.

Ossified arthritic
Vampiric leaches
Slithering calcified
Marbled hallways,
Bathing shining statues
Of founding fathers
In a darkness only
Diogenes’ lantern
Could cut through.

But Plato’s
Cave dwelling
Plucked chickens
Are blinded
By even the softest light.
Shackled to the
Shadow puppet show
In Caesar’s cellar,
Fuzzy flickering images
Distorted dancing shades,
Source of all that’s known
And nothing that’s real.

10/18-10/20/18

Haiku on Autumn Weather

Golden wet oak leaves
Mulch in puddles of decay
Earthworms turn the soil.

10-12-18