Poetry Blogs (FORTUNE)
In the disturbed world of today, I believe we must look to the tragedies of the past for guidance into the future. This piece is based on one of my first efforts, now many years ago.
The City of God
“It stands on a hill,” you say,
"a golden fortress, buttress to our faith,
a Heavenly Jerusalem to Rome's decay”.
Such piety is useful
to commanders of the expendable,
Friday 12th January 2018 7:15 am
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
She drags tired heels
across a tainted floor,
poise slightly bowed
and her back is sore.
She holds on her face
a cold marble stare,
a hard life engraved
upon cheeks once so fair.
Her faulting movements,
once graceful; divine,
her aching limbs now
with guile, defy
her final performance
on this dark empty stage,
of a much better age...
Sunday 28th June 2015 9:36 am
We met again, in the rain this time
on bikes, in a road
with my tongue knotting, hands shaking,
the bird in my mouth, fluttering—
my knees were weak
fell off to the pavement
the bike wrapped around me like an exhausted
rain pooled in my clenched lids.
Friday 9th April 2010 6:05 pm
I see your name in contrails in the sky
in the pattern of lines on my hands.
In friends eyes I see your eyes
glassed and sad.
I feel your lips in strangers lips
in gaps between utterances I can sense them.
In the shadows of nolight I hear your footsteps
irregular and dancing.
I see your face in the branches of trees
in the gravel and dirt and leaves.
In words I focus on the...
Friday 9th April 2010 3:47 pm