In the well of understanding
Saturday, July 10, 2010
An Evening
Loneliness, sometimes, allows us to connect with ourselves in ways we often avoid before the onslaught of fears which riddle the armor of our lives:
An Evening
Alone with music of silence
I gather from the darkness
from the stinted limbs
of hope's shortened corpse
instruments in lonely symphony
plying their melodies
to connect each to a chord
of memory that spans the
sheets between here and
morning's birth but the
key of life is elusive, and
in the cools arms of night
I assemble the notes,
orchestrating final movements
before quiet settles over
my brow and I am
again holding myself
to ward off despair
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fighting Life: A Poem
As a child when I or my siblings would rail against naptime, my mother and grandmother would say that we were fighting sleep. As adults ironically we frequently take refuge in sleep, seeking escape from the peaks and troughs of our lives; nothing is more telling than the struggle which ensues in our waking moments:
I fold back the mesh
raising up out of
Sleep's warm netting;
I press my back down
listless against softness
desperate to recall dreams;
a blink, a nod, a yawn
acknowledging the inevitable
but defiant in the face;
I grasp firmly my pillow,
thrusting my legs forward
in pointless mimicry
yet all argument is moot,
squelched before absoluteness:
Morning has come, and the day begun
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Haiku Couplets - Answers Between
Our most conventional stories portray the journey of our lives as a struggle between light and darkness. Rarely do these tales realize that the truths we seek do not lie at either end of the polarities but somewhere between all the layers of fleshy occultation. Here I employ the haiku in a less customary format to make such a case.
Shadow clips edges
promising coolly, bluntly
Desire's veiling
Glaring brightness hides
Love's unyielding penumbra
shining concealment
From the womb of both
past, present, future echoes
invites the birth - Choice
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