The shadows close around my mind
When I deafen myself
When I deprive my deeper soul
Of music’s gentle touch
Tag: non-rhyming poetry
7/8/2023 – by their footprints
Silent shimmers
In the air
Unseeable
Unhearable
Untouchable
Yet they are there
Bending the universe
And we know them
By their footprints
7/5/2023 – after the storm
The clouds burst
And the sun beckons
And the rain smells sweet in the air
7/1/2023 – halfway
Halfway is troubling
Halfway is challenging
Halfway is where my failures go to wait
Halfway is mocking
Halfway is scolding
Halfway is when the urgency sets in
Halfway is one point
Halfway is one stop
Halfway is just a place upon a line
Halfway is quiet
Halfway is nothing
Halfway is just halfway, just halfway
6/27/2023 – so bright
So bright the sun in desert lands
Where heat and light are death
So bright the sun upon the sea
Where broken clouds are life
6/24/2023 – man eats
Man eats the fruit
That he might grow hale
Man eats the prey
That he might grow strong
Man eats the land
That he might grow rich
Man eats the enemy
That he might grow mighty
Man eats the sea
That he might grow vast
Man eats the world
That he might grow godlike
Man eats
Man eats
Man eats
Till nothing remains
6/21/2023 – hold
I would hold to you
Through the darkest night
Through the hardest storm
Through the coldest winter
For I would need you, too
6/16/2023 – fire in me
I lit a fire in me
That I cannot put out
That I cannot ignore
That I cannot hide
I lit a fire in me
That demands I act
That demands I do more
That demands I be more
I lit a fire in me
Yet I fear
Yet I fear
Yet I fear
It may consume me yet
6/13/2023 – etch you
Let me etch you
Into the shadowed places
Into the hidden corners
Of my mind
Let me paint you
Upon the brightest walls
Upon the highest towers
Of my soul
Let me write you
In all the secret nooks
In all the lonely seats
In all the broken parts
Of me
6/10/2023 – there upon the breeze
Once I opened my ears
To the songs upon the breeze
To the whispers hidden there
To the secrets I once missed
And there upon the breeze
Was truth everlasting
A power greater than can be seen
Or imagined
There was a song
Sung by the trees
And the birds
And the grasses
And the soft clay and hard rock
Now when I open my ears
I hear it evermore