It is in the quieter moments
That my mind
Is loudest
Category: Free Verse
8/2/2022 – this world of steel
I’ve often sung of far-off lands
And times long lost to myth
Of cities now beneath the sands
And men buried therewith
So often that I’m sometimes lost
Within this world of steel
Longing for rough stone unembossed
Hidden ‘neath earthly seal
7/30/2022 – I wait for the rain
I wait for the rain
Standing on the dry grasses
Breathing the arid breeze
And though I will hide from it
And though its gloom weighs upon me
I wait for the rain
7/28/2022 – meetings
My wife is in meetings all day
From the moment the sun says g’day
I’d like to say “Hey! Let’s go walk, this is cray!”
But my wife is in meetings all day
7/27/2022 – heat of the moment
I sweat under a blazing sun
And a heat of the moment yet hotter
7/25/2022 – the simple joys
I walk along the sandy brook
And listen to the water’s song
As hidden toads upon me look
And in the shallows, minnows throng
And there amidst that wilder noise
I hear an eerie melody
One singing of the simple joys
Of standing there in nature, free
7/23/2022 – beyond the trees
With my eyes to the willow branches
Swaying in the wind
And my feet on the soft mosses
That fill the spaces between the grass blades
I breathe in
And breathe out
The swirling scents of a summer evening
Untroubled by the noise beyond the trees
7/21/2022 – poised to kick
When I was lost amongst the reeds
With mud between my toes
I saw before me that which feeds
The world’s most troubling woes
It took the form of a man bright
With words as fine as silk
Whose power lay in verbal might
To lead those of his ilk
But there amongst the reeds I saw
His feet were muddy too
And his facade for me did thaw
Revealing what was true:
His pow’r was false, his words a trick
Aimed t’ward some lesser mind
His muddy feet were poised to kick
People not of his kind
7/20/2022 – by autumn undeterred
In sitting ‘pon the whitecap cloud
I ride the summer’s breeze
By autumn undeterred, unbowed
I cross to far-off seas
7/18/2022 – where first I wondered
With a sigh and a limp I walk
By the riverside
Seeking an oak tree
I once sat under
There I pondered
And wondered
As the wind rustled the leaves
And the water rushed by
Where my own river might take me
What towns and banks
And trees
I might pass by
And now I have seen them
And known them
And seek again that oak
Where first I wondered
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