Poem of the Month

November, 2022

Evensong

Bohemians, street performers

and everyone else

at Mallory Square

applaud the sunset

 

A dying ember

flaring up

as it sinks

into the horizon

 

The afterglow

of excitatory exhiliration

 

If the sunset was accompanied with music

trumpets would herald its grandeur

as a choir serenaded angelically

October, 2022

Autumnal

Fantastic Fall...

 

Warm afternoons and cool evenings

 

Forest afire with blazing flora

 

Magnificent musk of decay

 

Gently but spectacularly

transitioning to a time

of reflection and remembrance

 

The forest seemingly lifeless

 

Regenerating with stillness

to make rebirthing visible

 

Come: succulent spring

simmering summer

 

The circle of life

Amen.

September, 2022

Postcards

Selfishness and Survival

Retribution and Rebirth

Were these the reasons?

 

Why does a love

take flight

What do you do

when it’s out of sight?

 

Memories of pleasure

Remembrances of pain

How do you keep it together

How do you remain sane?

 

Postcards of places traveled

Experiences on the road

They are in the past now

As I unburden my heavy load

 

Still standing

Amongst the cremains

Thankful for life

And what still remains

 

Nobody gets away

Unscathed

Suffering and sorrow

Showered and bathed

 

Cleansed and Redeemed

Life will be lived

Accountable for all deeds

That one ever did

 

Don’t know how to hold on to love

Do know how to wallow in hurt

Feels like home when the pain is real

When the flowers shrivel in the dirt

 

Maybe I’m realizing

What I have and what I don’t

What I can do

What I won’t

 

Sometimes you have to lose

In order to find

What’s most important

Maybe even divine

 

A guiding light

Through the dark

May keep us together

Never far apart

 

August, 2022

Bird's Blues 

The predawn light

illuminates the bedroom window

as the pitter-patter of raindrops

fall on the windowsill

 

Rising above the winged symphony

the mourning dove’s melancholic cooing

takes center stage

as the other birds become background singers

 

On the wings of the mourning dove

I am transported back in time

to my grandparent’s cottage

nestled among the trees

far from the gravel road

where the mourning dove

would awaken me

cautioning the dawning of a new day

 

As shadows

darken the bedroom window

the mourning dove

repeats its melancholic lament

 

Has nothing changed

between sunrise and sunset?

July, 2022

Weathered Warriors

These weathered warriors

On a diamond tarnished

Still playing a youth’s game

Swinging bats with worn varnish

 

They grunt and groan

As they catch and throw

And hobble to the plate

With bat cradled just so

 

The crack of the bat

Still makes a thrilling sound

As shuffled feet

Hit the sandlot ground

 

The competitive fire

That’s always there

Stays kindled deeply

As everyone will bear

 

Adapting to limitations

That years have wrought

The hourglass fills up

As life’s lessons are taught

 

The youth’s delight

Can still be heard

As they congratulate each other

With an encouraging word

 

You legends of yore

Exhibit courage for us all

Still playing the game

Heeding the siren’s call

June, 2022

Unleashed

Wild old hound

That be he

No more leash

So he can be free

 

Nothing to fetch

No one to please

Relieving himself

Wherever he be

 

Long ears flapping

Hound dog howl

Tail wagging

On the prowl

 

Bandana on neck

Nose to the ground

Following a trail

That’s outward bound

 

True to what guides him

Following his bliss

The day dawns knowing

He has no more ass to kiss