* A New Day Has Begun
I have walked, walked until daylight seemed night.
The long tunnel of darkness drove the breath
From my body; soft light from celestial bodies
Did not harm these eyes, only my feet were sore.... more »
* His Voice
His voice reminds me of distant things, far removed
From me and my life. His voice reminds me
Of distant alleys, of rain hitting dry soil... more »
* How Do These Feelings Matter?
This heart has no reason to regret you;
Why should it have any reason at all:
These years have passed as in a dream
Summer, winter, fall.... more »
* My Heart's Empty Spaces
I have looked for you in many strange places:
Highways, subways, and in my heart's empty spaces.
By brightlight, flickering light, by rain and sun.
I waited. That is when this quest had begun.... more »
* Not Anguish
Frozen hearts in concrete cities
Abound today. Of little importance it is
If one is alone. It is not anguish
That speaks thus: It is not anguish which... more »
* Paper Walls
I wrote about the wild winter wind
As it stung the flesh and caused tears to fall;
I wrote about the blazing sun, solitude
And melancholy, the soul's itinary:... more »
* The Cold Attic Of The Mind
Cold winter light, it does not seem
As though warmth could ever return
Ever replenish, refurnish
The cold attic of the mind... more »
* There Lies Eternity
There lies eternity under a leafy bough
With twittering birds; a kind of silence
Because there aren't any words anymore.... more »
* They Will Tell You
They will tell you what to do and how to do it;
They will tell you when to do it and why to do it.
That is when an inner voice, a deeper voice
Cries out loud: Just don't do it.... more »
* This Mind, This Body, This Verse.
When the wilderness beckons, and the mind,
Recalcitrant, struggles to obey:
This body hasn't anything substantial to say.
Only lines of verse can take them far, far away.... more »
* Wherever You May Walk
Wherever you may walk, my heart goes with you.
In acceptance, in silence, in the completion
Of Absence; recognizing the emptiness of this life
When you leave my presence. In knowing that... more »
A Bowl, A Coin, A Mat
He sat there near the white pillar, waiting
For a coin to dropp into the tin bowl
Dented, indented with hazy souvenirs
He waited on his thick cotton mat for a coin... more »
A Bridge, Some Dreams
When that sadness comes upon me
That mystic, mad melancholy;... more »
A Clock, A Street, A Tower
There is a clock on a city street
These pavings that have often known my feet
There is a clock, a street and a tower
That is the mystery of love's power.... more »
A Loner By Profession
He says he is a loner by profession:
He says he is not a garrulous kind.
He says he needs to be alone
Most of the time.... more »
A Lyrical Fantasy
I wrote this poem for you; just a lyrical fantasy.
Just some words that found their way onto a page.
Unasked for, unbidden
But not yet forbidden.... more »
A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.... more »
A Niche For Me In Your Heart
If you have some place
Some place you could well spare
Make a niche for me in your heart
To warm me within your space... more »
A Storm Will Arise Tonight
A storm will arise tonight.
The wind has started ruffling the pages of my book
The open window creaks, curtains billow.... more »
A Wooden Door, A Metal Key
A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.
And secrets that lie behind that blank facade... more »
Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.... more »
The questions you asked but to which I had no reply
But I wished I had, the replies to
The questions you had asked but never really asked
Remained in my life, murmuring every now and again... more »
All steps lead to your door; all paths lead to you somehow.
When I saw you the very first time, it was evident to me... more »
Alas Alone Am I
As despair weaves a cocoon around my shadow
Alas, alone am I with my despair.
I had waited for these clouds to lift I had prayed
For these storms to cease... more »
Alcoves, Shadowed And Empty
Alcoves, waiting to be filled or fulfilled
Waiting in the recesses of my mind:
Longing for the absolute self to find
What goes where, when, how and why.... more »