When I was nearly 6, I was sent across the country to live on the outskirts of New York City. That was where I lived the next 12 summers, in Glen Cove, Long Island and then in northeastern New Jersey. I’d go backfor just a moment,perhaps as longas one day and a night,enough, I think,to …
Tag Archives: Poetry
MOTHER AND CHILD
I cannot quiteput a finger on it,nor pin downthe feelings in my heartnow I am homefrom visiting with you… A deal of historylies there between usas it has lain.gathered over yearsof awkwardness,uncertainty,resentment,guilt,embarrassmentover many momentsmiscalculated,misinformed,misunderstoodbetween us… Now I am older,you are oldand grasp your cupwith two frail and twisted handsthat once were capableof wringing outa washcloth …
Words of the Times
We walk in the worldwith steps faltering and learningoff balance more than notwhile muscles learn and grow… Time favors stepping outand hopping, running, skipping.dancing to musics heardboth within, without… Days and years passwith steps certain, confidentambling through a lifebut not in charge… Until the sudden daywhen all around the world shiftsgravity goes sidewaysstreams flow up, …
Denny’s: Crossroads
From Texas and Japan they come foran All American Breakfastsome looking for something different;some, for something just the same.Eggs and pancakes,sausage, bacon, toast…Hashbrowns!Exotic!Or completely not.
People Are Planets…
…that do sometimes collide.We explore those planetswhen we go insideanother person’s thought and feeling,discover whatthe silver atmosphere’s concealing:Different laws of nature may applyto different creatures under different sky. A world may be hostileto our hearts, our breath…May lead us far astray into confusions and delusions,even into death. Yet some planets doattract us by the soul,and …
Love’s Not Always Pink
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think. Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong. Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme …
Looking for Spring
FIRST The longer daygrows it, cell by cell,pushing upwardsthrough the forest mouldinsistent… Rising warmthunfurls it–bashfulbut persistent–into the lastof winter’s chill: Shy and white,a singledog’s-tooth violet. 2009
Shadows
…shifting, drifting airs with faces and imaginary graces but never firming to the touch… Are you a shadow? Am I? Would you have me real? Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not real, their fading glamor, passing clamor, not much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, …
Tolkien Tribute: The Bells of Dale
’Twas spring again in the Northern Landsand larks sang bright and clear,yet sorrow lay on the folk of Daleand little they knew of cheer. The daughter of Girion, Lord of Dale,lay sad under winter’s gloom–Like enough, all said, ere long,she’d lie winter-cold in her tomb. In deep despond young Giriel layand nothing could stir her willfor …
Icarus in the Sky
Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad!It’s the worst idea you’ve ever hadand there were others I thought were bad! To soar to the stars, you demented bird,takes more than wax wings, or hadn’t you heard?My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd! And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand,though you never considered you’d have …
