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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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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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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