The Way Things Used to Be

March 9, 2015 at 1:20 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

I used to play this game –

I was always the youngest sibling

Out of 7, 10, or 25,

And yet I was the strongest.

The one who took the most punishment,

But came out on top.

I used to do this thing –

I collected pennies.

I counted them obsessively,

Making little stacks of five,

Circling them around me.

There were over 10,000 in the end.

I used to say this prayer –

I prayed for family, friends, and enemies.

For the poor, hungry, and sick.

I prayed for guidance and health and wisdom

I said it every night for six years.

And it never changed.

I used to think this way –

If I thought the right things,

If I did everything the same

And believed that things would turn out

I would get everything I wanted.

It used to work.

Not so much these days.

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Lessons from the Sea

February 9, 2011 at 3:20 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , )

This is one of my favorites that I’ve written for Words for the Great and Small.  I hope you enjoy it too.

My father sailed out on the good ship Siren a week before I was born.

The sun was low in the eastern sky and my mother was sure she would see him no more.

Over the years I grew and stared at the sea wondering where my father could be.

Through the storms I worried and calm spells I hoped but he never returned to me.

I became a young man and learned for myself all the harms and joys of the earth.

Then one day on the tide a ship sailed in with my father safe in his berth.

My mother did cry with joy at the sight but my father got only silence from me.

He pulled me aside, looked in my eyes, and said “son, you may know the joys of the earth but you have yet to learn from the sea.”

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A Chasing

February 8, 2011 at 8:41 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , )

Before introducing this new poem I would like to explain the project that it goes along with. I am writing a series of children-ish type poems for a DnD campaign I am playing. Yes, I know that is beyond uber-nerdy, but my character needed them so I was inclined to write them. Bear with me since these are almost all first drafts and not incredibly well edited.

Green grass for summer and red leaves for fall

White snow in winter and blue water in spring

Come catch me children, come find me one and all

I am present wherever the wind makes earth sing

The days grow long and the sun is above

Then shorter they’ll be and the moon will shine bright

Chase me my darling, oh follow me love

Where the seas toss and turn I am there in my might

Kind breezes for play times and cold chills for sick

Warm air fine for romping and iced air fun for hiding

Come follow me and play with me, come now be quick

I’ll never be far when the seasons are colliding

Run now with me in the air warm and free

I am there with thee wherever the wind may be

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Glass and Sand

April 8, 2010 at 12:48 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

When the sand has gone

Every last grain

What is left?

The world has ended

No more flowers

No hands or feet

No more minutes, seconds, or hours

The world has ended

Our time has slipped away

Because this hour glass

Held a single grain

And was attached to the table

With our pride and hatred

Our time is up

Just a blip

a passing moment

in the endless stream of time.

***Once again this poem originally had different spacing, let me know if you want to see the original.  I was inspired by Blake to write this, but I think my take is a little bit more morbid than his.  I am generally a dark person, but sometimes my macabre view of life is surprising. It makes me think, how about you?

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Empty Spaces

January 28, 2010 at 2:02 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Little girl

in a downpour

sad eyes

smile on her lips

Big blue eyes

staring at the raindrops

one step forward

outstretched hands

She steps farther from home

feeling her emotions like the rain

raised hands

tears mixed with rain

Her hands above her head

she melts into the storm

empty

spaces

The little girl is gone

just blue eyes and a smile.

***My mind is in the past these days. Who is the little girl? Is it me? What happened…

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