"Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow. " Adelbert von Chamisso
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Senryus on the fly:
Monday, November 16, 2009
Stop.Go.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
And yet
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Window (SP II)
The people passing by the
window.
Some looking in, most
not.
They come by car or on
foot.
They wander past or walk purposefully
on.
Few enter, but those who do change
everything.
With their very
presence.
A smile, a frown, a
tear.
They all go
by.
SP I
05/24/08
A scattered thought
A whisper of a dream
The day pushes onward
Reaching to its end.
But it doesn’t ever end
Even that which must cease:
life, love
Does not.
This is what I know to be true:
There is no point to life
So why bother, right?
Wrong.
Life is for living,
Not preparing to die.
Life is for living,
For dreaming of sky.
Almost Sonnet II
06/28/08
The moon loves you,
and so I do.
The stars cry with joy to see you,
and so I do.
The very sky above would give the world for you,
but that’s not why I love you.
I love you when you do not smile.
I love you because you cry.
I’ve loved you while I’ve hated you,
though I do not know why.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
The world for us is open.
For all the “whys” that cannot fathomed be,
I give you my heart, to break it, feel free.
Always (Part I)
Always spare a tear for what might have been
The silver moonlight across the floor
The golden dreams of all who wake
That gentle knocking at the door
08/28/08
It was one of those days
One of those days that make you write poetry
It rained, of course, but not for long
Not long enough to make it romantic
Not short enough to be trifling
A summer rain
Here and gone again
The whim of the wind
And the announcement went out across
The empty train station
A call for more than just a train
A journey
Of places to be discovered
Battles to be fought
Friends to meet
It may have been an ordinary day
On the surface
But a look at the sky
And the game was up
A day for dreams
Changes
Making things work the way they are
If only met at all
Even ill by moonlight
Something
Anything
happen.
It Will Have Been Forever (Screen Door Slam)
Welcome Home
Beyond the city, there lies the remains of a house. It was an old house. It had resigned itself to ruins long ago and was content in its retirement.
The roof had crumbled, and many of the walls had lost their grip on verticality, but there were trees and sky. Just enough shelter to hide from Hook, and just enough space to command the heavens.
For on any given day this house could hold anywhere within its walls. Bucking ham Palace or Neverland, Narnia, Oz, or even
There was no magic there, at least not as far as anyone could tell. No sightings of fairies, no talking animals. But perhaps that was the point. It wasn’t there unless you saw it.
It called to the young ones, of course, to The Children. Perhaps a reflection of light would lead to investigation, or, following, the wind would bring one to the doorway. They may have never met before, the ones who came. They didn’t need to.
They rarely shared their given names; they each became the role the house asked of them. Edmund, Lucy, Peter, Wendy. They would become whoever was needed that day, even those yet to be named.
The house called to the young, but they aren’t the ones who remember it. That comes later. After they have grown up and moved far away, after they have become “responsible”. That’s when it happens.
Perhaps they will ruin into one another at the party, or see each other across a crowded railway station. The Children find each other once more. They can catch the eye of a stranger and know they have met before. Then they introduce themselves and catch up on life together. They share stories, and find once again the wonder and beauty in the world.
Beyond the city, there lies the remains of a house that on one has ever tried to tear down. And so it sits basking in the sunlight and rainfall and snow cover, waiting. It calls to its Children. And when we are young no longer, it welcomes us home.