A Poetic Definition.
For even in free verse, the plain truth that plain prose speaks plainly is crystalized, is sanctified, to a mosaic icon. and does the halo make the icon? or the jeweled letters? the colors of the tesserae? the linden wood unblemished?
Coming of the Gray
Frost burned out the sky, With the coming of the Gray. No fires to keep at bay The coldest of the night. The ash is here, Light the lanterns dear. The best of plans, now awry With the falling of the rains. Darkness comes to reign, And all...
#BoundlessFreedom
As I look into the night sky Looking at a far away star I want to reach out and say hi Yet I realize it is too far The night is an endless black Surrounding me with darkness I know to watch my back For life is not painless Life can hurt us in a...
#GoingInCircles
Everywhere I go, everywhere I look I see men and women alike Repeating the same routines day by day Like a toddler circling the block on his trike It seems to be the way of the world today Back to the same place over and over again An everlasting...
philisofical moment.txt
Men have cried for horses, money, sanctuary, and even God but none have cried harder than for when they want love it tears it shreds it claws and it murders yet we clamber further for it we let it blind us and give us strength it destroys...
Foot Falls (Hold My Hand)
Leaves falling down. Brown leaves, pale green leaves, purple leaves. The wind picks up. Lakes start freezing. The waters grow cold. Ice is forming. Rain is transforming into snow flakes. A slow transition. The days grow bleak. Warmth leaves the air,...
Poem of the dragon
_I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ Restless night, due passing dawn Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn Till the sun may rise, the skies...
I Switch Off All The Lights
I switch off all the lights. Those that I love Are all abed, both in the other room And all across the city that I love. I see my way across the meagre room And to the too-tall curtains by the light Of thrift-store stained-glass lamp, by oven...
Eight Minutes and Forty Six Seconds on June Twelfth, Two Thousand Twenty
The rain continues. No thunder dares ring. No winds howl. All is silence, save the sound Of distant trucks down on the interstate. I tell myself, pretend it is the sea That all this rain, perhaps, will wash into. And I remain in silence. What must...
Ragnarok - VII
"I died not," Varr breathed shallowly, "I woke Midmorning, by a gentle brook. How far I'd skirmished from satanic swamplands I Had no surmise. Three days I nursed my wounds, And then I took the mission meant for Luke, To warn the Old Man. As I...
Ragnarok - VI
"In coolness of that evening we stood guard Atop the knoll our mastery had turned To barrow. As the hidden sun went down We watched the pit as does a mongoose, for The snout of the great serpent to appear. While there we watched we argued: How to...
Ragnarok - V
"Before the sun had crossed the pinnacle Of hours upon the sky's superior side And any nightward momentum had gained, The hall was emptying. The Old Man's words Reverberated still between hard stone Reproachful more the longer that we stayed. Our...