What Love Is

April 15, 2010 at 9:11 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

You cannot tell me what love is,

I already know.

It is talking and trusting.

It is helping and healing.

It is listening and


Taking a leap of faith.

Love maybe patient and kind,

but it is honest and hard-hitting.

I know what love is.

So let me tell you

What we both already know.

***I did write this with a specific person in mind, but as I read over it again and again I keep thinking that maybe my hand wrote something different than what my mind wanted. Maybe my heart took over for a little while, if that’s even possible.

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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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January 12, 2010 at 7:06 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

Change is coming

The leaves are changing

The wind is biting

And my heart feels empty

There is an ache in my chest

That does not come from the cold

A sadness in my step

That does not come from the graying sky

Am I depressed?

Or is there some transformation taking place?

I feel alone under the dismal sky

And the dreary rain washes me away

I am past the pain now

I feel nothing besides sorrow and lonliness

What is happening?

Change must be coming

Otherwise I fear I will fade away

Please, let change be coming.

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