London

April 18, 2014 at 6:57 pm (Poetry) (, , , , )

I haven’t written poetry in a year or so, but I figured now was as good a time as any to pick it back up. Starting small and rather cliche, but it’s something! 

 

A town that runs along a river
Jogging, driving, strolling, cycling
People outrun the languid flow
A race with one competitor
Doomed to lose.

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Complications

September 2, 2010 at 6:55 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

The days when we drew breath so soft and sweet

Have long gone in the dark and complications

The simplicity, the serenity were once around us

Now they are lost in the midst of complexity

Where is the seamless ease?

The silent pools?

The light?

Done.

What is done cannot be undone.

Only forgiven.

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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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