Tethered Heart

April 17, 2011 at 8:43 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

The pilgrim has resided in my blood, insatiate for years,

But now the lust for new lands has grown too strong.

We desire the mountains, the lakes,

The cities, the cottages, the temples

We need lessons learned only in adventure.

Yet, there is a tether tied to my heart.

If he asked me to stay I know I would still go

But since he spurs us to leave

I know I will stay, even when he has gone.

To love me enough to let me go

And still be my home while I am away

And when I returned

Is all that I have ever needed to know.

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Vines

March 10, 2011 at 8:17 am (Sonnets) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

For love, I gave my heart and lost my head.

One look from him was all that I desired,

But still I ran from him – dry-eyed, I fled.

Fear of the future, of secrets – I risked fire –

Soul burning agony. All for freedom.

But there was no freedom in that dark place –

More pain. More chains. More fear. And now, no him,

No love to save me, and so I must perish.

Perish pining, darkly burning in strife!

Regret consumed me. Overwhelmed my soul.

In wandering thoughts I laid down my life,

I let my wits away, and gave up control.

But my knight arrived and in his hand took mine –

Too late my mind was caught in sorrow’s vine.

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Rivkah

February 12, 2011 at 4:33 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , )

This is my favorite poem that I’ve written for this project.  It’s Rivkah’s slightly romanticized view of herself.

Dear little girl in the high, high hills,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the porcupine quills,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the deep, deep sea,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the seaweed tea,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the tall, tall trees,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the larch tree leaves,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the big, big town,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the toothsome hound,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl by her lone, lone self,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar from the tall elf Queen,

She named me Rivkah and will not let me go.”

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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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Puddles and Cobblestones

June 29, 2010 at 4:25 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Traveling down a cobblestone road,

I’ve seen it before

Crumbling with green in the cracks

Ahead there is a shining tower

That beckons the lost and longing.

I stumble, and see the tower

Reflected in a shallow puddle.

Mirrored in the water

The tower no longer shines

But blends with the water and sky.

I will leave this road

That is taking me no where

I will leave the puddles and cobblestones

Only be sure that I will return

Inevitably.

***I wrote this after I had a very strange dream in which I was in a crumbling city full of reflective puddles.  It was inspiring for sure, but still quite creepy.

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A Metallic Sea

April 6, 2010 at 11:35 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Wind swept parking lot

Vibrant Mustangs and Hondas

A metallic sea over sand

Of black and yellow

People adrift

People with purpose

Coming and going

In reverse

Or straight forward

Sunlight glares from windshields

Painting the scene in oranges and reds

Purple clouds as the sea goes dark

Pairs of spotlights

Lead the way

Of whom?

To where?

Let the asphalt take you away.

****Forgive me for messing with the colors of the words, I was just trying to have some fun. Really though, I was inspired by a parking lot near sunset. The thought of a parking lot as the harbor where your journey begins struck me as interesting. There is something deeper here though, I know, but do you?

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