Tolkien Tribute: Erebor

Born of fire, the Mountain rose, alone amid the plain,and stood there steaming for an age, cooling in the rainthat fell and gathered in stream and pool and marshes, fen and pond until a lake lay at its feet, and stretched over the lands beyond. Came a hearty race of wandering folk that sheltered there …

Tolkien Tribute again: The Duel

Two persons met on a narrow trail, one short, one tall, and neither frail.The wizard flourished his magic staff–“Now, let me by and don’t be daft!”The hobbit stood firm, he was no fool–and that was the start of their magic duel. I bend my back to look up at you, in your great tall hat …

Tolkien Tribute in honor of Frodo’s & Bilbo’s Birthday!

These next two poems are pantoums, a minstrel’s form, intended to be sung and designed to be remembered. It is a form most suited to Hobbits, who, according to Tolkien, enjoy playing with words and forms in their poetry. THE GUEST OF HONOR Old Bilbo Baggins is eleventy-one!For a hobbit, indeed a respectible age.Though he loves …

Raw: Tennis for the Blind

I played the game, took my side of the net and playedthe best I couldthe best I knewlobbed ball after ballgood shots, all…good volleys, you could hear my laughter, I could hear your smile…even when the ball did not return. And still I playedand played… I served at lastthe last ball that I hadand waited…listened …

Raw: Song and Thunder

Voice of eagle,Voice of larkrising through a skywith storm clouds darkand brilliantthe silver dashing rainabout to fall… Harmonics building slowout of the mighty stones: deep thunderfrom earth’s very center groans… Bright song piercescrying angel-high; God-profundoout of abyssal silencesuddenly was always there… Duet sublimeas Life and Deathare One. May 2011

In the City

In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industryBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …

Falling Colors

Walking in the woods of autumn firein my own autumn, wistfulheart to the colors lifts: Allthe triumph of a spring advanced victory of a summer livedthe flowers gone to fruitand fruit to seed dispersingon the errant winds that blow…All finished now, and sogreen departs the leaf and reed, the wind whips over flaring brightsand muted …