Beach v. House

It rises up where stately trees with silver moss preside. Palmetto fronds like peasant’s fans crowd round the mansion door, the windows wide, inviting plans where all our dreams beside go chaos in the seaside breeze . – Soon we’ll run down sandy dunes where watery hillocks—water splash! we’ll run into the salty broam feel […]

Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece— the strength of morning blurred by hovering, airborne water; the trees still sleeping, not yet wakened by the wind; the sunshine warming white to gold, lamp-like among the leaves; the birds waking and taking up their daily song again. I closed the door on the realms of […]

Downsun

We few watched the sun die, the swimmers and I, as water lapped ’round our waists turned from blue to black – – –

I Win

I shook my fury at the sun “Curse you!” I yelled “I am proud of what I’ve done!” – I must have phased him. The sun did not respond and went to bed in silence. – – Photo by NHP&Co: pexels.com

A Prayer for Humility

O LORD, You’ve seen the eyesore guide me— mistaken glory strutting like an idol. You’ve heard the swelling praises pride me into fantasies beyond my title. You’ve seen the fallen angels ride me like soldiers guiding horses out to fight. You’ve heard the shrieks the monster cried me— deriding, whining, striking for my rights. You’ve […]

Fireflies

Winter to spring to summer in a blur of tedium and tears, but then the timid, swelling glow of light against stale night. I forgot about the fireflies.

A Prayer for Sleep

Tonight O God, may He Who made the stars to shine through darkness down on man, allow the silent, vast of night to take me deep (like death) into the realm of silent providence. May secret blessings: spiritual and by my body craved rest, sustain, refresh my soul. And grant again that with Your morning, […]

Be Wary on Your Way

Tread carefully the underside of dawn where claw-like brush snatches at your feet, where ghosts of deeds long dead still haunt, and monsters stalk, ravenous for meat. The darkness crawls like spiders for your soul, to catch and wrap you deftly in its lies. Beware the fangs that draw the life out, whole; and do […]

That Man

That man with the black umbrella swishes through the rain. Puddles swirl reflections as he stalks away. – – Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

Saturdays

Glorious Saturday, long would I hold thee. Tight would I embrace thee. Till like a water balloon my grubby hands rupture thee and spill thy insides out upon the used up ground. Oh Saturday if only thou couldst last. . .

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Poetry