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Colors lying all across the ground

yellow, orange, red, and brown

but I thought only of red

seeing this, after the trees had shed

because it’s the only human one

flowing through us until we’re done

It’s not what shows up on our skin

unless another, unkindly, breaks in

tearing us apart; instead of twirling

together, dancing and swirling

like the sweet, falling leaves

on the morning’s autumn breeze

 

 

 

 

 

 

A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind

moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves

on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window

(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)

A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines

they speak loudly to one another, while

continually repositioning themselves among the trees

(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)

My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind

blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines

before settling in on the chair’s cushion

(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)

We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight

having no preordained path to instinctively follow

So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows

in search of the highest perch; and as the wind

ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down

like my cat, giving in to that long nap


You’re going with your gut

but, but

your heart bleeds from the cut

in the spaces

But, but, but

just forget what’s already dead

it’s only in your head

but, but

it’ll leave when not fed

but

time, then erases

 

Before, there was no time to think

thoughts which were mine alone

Sanity always on the brink

matter rubbing against the bone

Now, my head, in a fog so dense

seems stuck in lowest gear

But I’m driving through the darkness, on a train from whence

toward a shift into the clear

Then, when morning comes, with it’s sparkling dew

like a curious child, I shall start anew

pondering dreams my heart will send

of sunnier days, carried in on the wind

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a large hole in my life raft

although I’d not fought much against the deep gouge

where my blood flowed swiftly away

along the ever-moving river

So, I am left with starting something new

along with all its dizzying freedoms

while I keep thinking of jumping

into the deepest part of that taunting river

even knowing, I will most surely drown

 

Mind sift

blue grip

mood dips

 

Head drift

heart rip

eyes drip

 

Thought shift

outlook tips

spirits lift

 

Forgotten blip

 

 

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Yesterday, when I was walking

it was as though I could hear nature talking

This is what she said:

Ok, you beauties; my sweet color-changing trees

today’s the day; so everyone, drop your leaves

No need to hang on to that weight

Be free, let loose; the season will no longer wait

Now, all these winds will pass through that space

with no mark on your bared limbs, not even a trace

The high whistling of your summer has quieted down

Now the rustling below has become the most wonderful sound