Monthly Archives: May 2017

Grief

Through a veil, thin and blue
Failing to hide and show true,
Colors of tears of unknown hue.
Darkened mourning sets in motion
More than intended questions spoken.
There is no quick cure, no secret potion.
Though one has a broken heart,
Will they last, from past depart?
Will time heal or tear apart?

Microphone

Golden snare of voice.
I’ll hear louder than before.
Lights out brings silence.

Ode to a Rose

And to the budding rose,
This question I do pose:
“Why did He make you so,
Beautiful, divine, and altogether sublimed?”
Searching within my mind
The answer I then find:
Just to make something fine;
To bless the world with beauty.
With all that it could be.

The Path She Strides

The path she takes tends to lean
Towards one side more than the other it seems.
Down the dim-lit path she strides,
They are few but loyal in whom she confides.
Where does she go? Can you see? Does it matter?
They that cross her, she calls each black cat hers.
She knows dawn will come of its own accord,
And how she gets there is as important as her choice of room and board.

Seasons

Wind from another time and place.
Blowing in, revealing a different face.
One face to another that face did say:
Among the autumn leaves, come to play.
A sunset in fall before the winter snow.
One last embrace before the fading of hearts glow.
Far beyond springtime and those carefree days past,
Even summer had mourned and into shadows cast,
Any semblance, any thought that bore
Resemblance to a memory that one could not ignore.
Now here in autumn, waiting for the snow,
Praying winter, its face, it won’t forget to show.

Asking Why

Beneath a thin veil, so barely hidden
Eyes downcast do as they’re bidden.
Question once, question twice,
One thinks once would more than suffice.
But for the inquiry no answers.
Only punishment and shame, equally fickle dancers.
In all this asking, there’s no wondering:”why?”
Should there be a veil for those who haven’t died?
Am I already dead inside?
Why are we punished for asking why?

A Search For Truth

You’ve given me the sight,
Do not deny me my vision!
Let this not end again in gifts ungiven!
Too bright to be demonic, too silent for divine,
Help me unzip the flesh; we shall remove the spine.
Vision for dreams, such a cheep replacement.
In need of a backbone, it’s suggested I be complacent.
Offer me what you have! I’ll take vision! I’ll take sight!
In frustration clutching bones, I’ll too fade into the night.
Wait one more day, stay there you’ll see,
Truth seeks out no one, one must chase it and catch it to be
Seen. What comes is lies. What goes with truth?
What we thought of truth stayed, what was left went out from youth.