If These Keep Silent…

. . . I sit silent, cold alone the path you trod–the constant stone that never speaks or feels the prod of human hearts, or sees their nod. So quietly I bear the load the stone of house, or open road. – But here today I feel the thrill of royalty, of ancient will how […]

Expectation

The fall of the leaves never is the end, whatever sorrow mingles with the wind like tears, however the touch of winter’s icy fingers shock and still with the chill of death that lingers on like years. For vows inscribed on circuits of the earth cannot be broken on their way through dearth and drear. […]

The River Teaches

My life was once a stable pool bounded on the sides by stones that held the bank, preserved the cool of tranquil waters’ silent flow. But now I pass the river by, whenever I travel market road and see the bark-peels desperate try to keep their heads above the flow. The river gurgles up and […]

Roomba Rage

I thought they liked me till they quite maliciously plopped an ottoman in my way.

Cardinals Come

Cardinals seem to congregate in crowds when clouds are slated gray. When all the world’s a weary wet or dripping droplet water cold the cardinals call and strut their crests till the sun climbs out to day. – – – Photo by Brian Forsyth: https://www.pexels.com

Winter Nocturne

Liquid light and purple bright snapping– almost silent wall of felt and unseen glow, melting thoughts to somnolescent mush. Leaden fingers weighted down; book leaves falling to the ground where they crumple as I sleep beside the flame – – – Photo by Nathan Bingle on Unsplash

When Love Meets Cold

When Love meets cold, it does not roll itself in brash, grey wool to cry; it gathers like the sky, folds itself around our dust, and falls— a hundred—thousand—million—times— in feathery diamonds all around us, making shining glory of the weathered ground.

Useless

I give them my word and then it breaks— splintered letters I cannot hold together in the weakness of my hands. I try to splint them back, force the word to work—cracks and all, but I have faded from rock to wood to settled ash. The promises of yesterday, I can no longer lift, and […]

A Great While

While all the world’s asleep and darkness cloaks in decency Jacob’s calculated sins, and all the jibbering noisiness of Pharisees and unbelief lay still…as calculated death He sits, in mumbled breath catching at the faintest day the sliver-life before the strife and with “Amen” He rises.

New Trails

I do not regret the way I ran those last few miles of path desperate to reach the place it branched off to something new. But now I’ll slow take in the smell of pine and drink the colder air till sun and heat combine and wander with me long along this road.

melenoria

Poetry