Part of a poem for Patrick |
I haven't posted anything substantial in a while, and I also haven't written much of late that turned out well. This was part of a poem that I wrote for Patrick. Thought I'd post some of it here ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:09:00 GMT |
Another poem |
Had really good week. Mostly due to my friend Patrick. We've been hanging out a lot. Saw some movies, went out to eat a couple of times, and went to see "Smokey Joe's Cafe" (musical) which was e...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:48:00 GMT |
My dream lives in eternity |
Yeah... so I know this one is all intellectual and wordy and at times a little clumsy, but I'll keep workin' on it.
My dream lives in eternity, but no where else.
There you stand encircled wit...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:39:00 GMT |
porch we made together |
from behind a hatchwork of slats
i watched him on the phone.
a patchwork of shade and sun
was clearly marked upon his face
for those who truly knew him.
soaking up the shadows and the light,...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
My Very First Memory |
My very first memory is of an earthquake that occurred within the canyon folds of San Fernando Valley somewhere in southern California. It was February 9, 1971 in a...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 17:09:00 GMT |
Edited: Eventide/Evensong |
I think I like Eventide more than Evensong. It seems to have more sense of movement or something.
Eventide
That dusky hour
That span of hours
A time marking
Minute to hour
A march of change
Pr...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 16:45:00 GMT |
Illusion of meaning and control: |
a wind blows fury across an arid terrainwhipping dust to a devil's dance,and the light ambient changes with moisture,the clouds gather heavy with prophetic promise,insect chatter from a multitude...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 11:33:00 GMT |
Confession |
I saw a man today and did not think of youour conversation peakedand then began to reeklike day old fishtoo long left in the sun
Awkward came the silencesthe stilted banal pleasantriesour coin wa...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 17:40:00 GMT |
Why is pain so much easier to write about? |
This needs some re-working, but thought it was interesting enough to share:
I saw your face in the rear view mirrorYou, in your car, just driving fast behind meBut I forgot to read all the fine print
...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 10:38:00 GMT |
Newish poem |
The leaves have turned in springThe season's course not dueLovers expect their flingWhen fledgling's down is new
A storm of hail does crackThe heat of summer's dayThe sky comes dark and blackTo blot t...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 17:26:00 GMT |
