Just wanted to start a blog to have a place for my thoughts, poetry, etc. Nothing fancy!!! Happy reading!!!
This one was inspired by my time at Oxford:
Summer on the Streets of
Oxford
A cacophony
of fading light
descending slowly
on symphonies
of voices
blending inharmonious
congregating
on Cornmarket
Smoking with tombstones,
sarcophagus conversations,
as laughter floats
though gated graveyards
shaded in abundant summer trees.
Intermittent, shadowy light
that burns beyond the time of slumber
follow my footsteps
through this ancient place
that I have never been,
yet have always known.
Take this alien through
the ubiquitous music
of this summer evening,
as she comes home
to a place she’s never been.
And this one came from my frustrations from a very long Minnesota winter when it was still snowing in April:
To An Early Spring Blizzard
Fickle shards of white,
a violent blend
of sleet and snow.
You do not please me
with your intruding icy shroud
upon our grounds
that thawed at last
after a brutal winter.
You take your liberties
like a neighbor
refusing to acknowledge
they've over stayed their welcome
and it's time to leave
Go with the breezes,
let the warmth of spring
put you to rest
bring the vernal equinox
for real this time
Bred as we, among the mountains
Endear the serenity of rolling hills
dancing to the rhythms of tall summer grass
while denying its splendor,
compared to ominous craggy gods
green with August sage,
dabbed with a brush of winter.
This one was inspired by a line from Emily Dickinson:
Bred as we, among the ocean,
admire the tranquility
of the lake lapping on the rocks,
while knowing the angry
pulls of the tide,
have more power to sustain
My mind sees,
But my heart resonates
back to the familiar,
like a child
knowing only its mother
can truly provide what they need
Bred as we are.....
makes what we love
What we are
Indelible.
Thanks, Emily!!
This was written because I was feeling old on my birthday. Postscript: Since I have written this, I have gotten older:
An epiphany,
as years fade by,
Quartz blue lucidity,
as time convolutes,
and my tomorrows
are finite and murky.
Fires burn hotter
destroying all illusion,
just when I’m told
I’ll become uncertain,
fear no longer
persuades me
to give away what belongs
rightfully to me.
Euphoric clarity,
bathe my sensations in this renaissance
on the breath of an emerging dawn
as the darkness
begins its descent.
This was written for someone I fell in love with.
If I could transcend your words,
That flow like satin descending on skin,
Piercing into my empty places
And filling their pleading voids,
I would see behind the smokescreen
You mask with blue grey eyes,
That smile at me arbitrarily,
Melting me to the insignificance.
You think I deserve.
Language that congregates and dances
On ambiguous air
Thin as petals that brush the wind,
and dense as desert darkness,
so deep
it weighs on endless midnights.
I cling, wearing the albatross of your sentences
Around my half maiden,
Half sage heart,
I am Darcy, my will taken;
I am Sappho, dry as yellow grass
You are her hero
Igniting me with breathless fires
you build in oblivion.
If only I could see you truly,
Aye, chance, free will.
