Beyond tomorrow
Make safari, O, my soul
Into the new country
Beyond tomorrow
Darkness falls on pathless lands
Keep vigil, my soul!
Darkness falls on pathless lands
Beyond tomorrow
Each wide and waiting meadow
Each hill and turning river
White, sifted dust
In the far soul country
#NationalRoadTrip
What am I doing
Here in this nether world
Among the Lemures?
This dream grows overlong
And I am sick of fears
And these unheeded tears
This sepulcher
Cannot but be a dream
That’s overlong in breaking,
And so I pray for waking.
I grow too used to gloom
And empty shapes that loom
Within this darkness
Where algid fingers, grasping, find
Mine in comradeship of kind
And sorrow’s voices, when defined,
Are the whispering doom.
#MENTALHEALTHAWARENESSMONTH
The brown-eyed children are at play,
a light-as-air dream symphony.
Before, unnoticed, it slips away
pause and listen to melody:
The dark-eyed children’s laughter sells
marimba clear. Such music spins
a fairy wonder of lilting bells
as sweet as the sound of mandolins.
Roses, waxen-pale
A static sweetness
Clustered in cool conformity
Smug among painted leaves
Only three
And these at odds
A preposterous perpetual triangle
One pointing due North
One slanting due South
One striking out for overhead
With glorious impossible bravado
But the gladioli
Imprisoned in rootless glass
Strive vainly for release
#poetrymonth
#gardenmeditation
I
do
ask
“stay!”
for it
is cold,
dear one,
yearning
alone here
without you
I
so far
from
loved
ones at
holiday
meditate
in memory
find peace
I
do
set wild
fancy
adrift
when in
December
red roses
bloom fire
#poetrymonth
#poeminyourpocket
Terraced realm on high,
ancient mystery,
whose people left no good-bye,
lures us hauntingly.
The silent slopes tell only:
they were then ceased to be.
#poetrymonth
#panamericanday
Riding the tiger terror of his mind’s eye,
He plunges through dense, dark forests
Leaning at patches of light,
Skidding into the bitter blacks of night,
Seeking the fires of his wonder’s fulfillment
Burning in beauty’s star-white soul
Beyond the jumbled jungle,
While the passionate animal’s heart thunders
Beneath him, he rides.
Questing, questioning, cursing, worshipping,
Wounded and bleeding, alone he rides his tiger
Through the gnarled, wild, wanton woods
And as the vulture verdure girds,
He lashes it and slashes it
With a scorching sword of words.
#poetrymonth
#encourageayoungwriter
Out of the millions
and millions and millions,
this one, this potential exists:
mystery of the universe
encompassed in a cell,
a tiny beginning
To slam the door, to become a god
of shall or shall not….
decision sways like the sword of Damocles.
To think on this must give pause
(no matter the reason)….
a different course far from Hamlet’s—
self-impaled upon his own dilemma
Not quite the same
That time in dispute,
that exact moment, a beginning
too remote to fathom
Potential conceived in infinity
beyond our ken
Nevertheless, a constant:
the irrefutable potential
haunting the depths of mind and soul
The dying die
A thousand lonely corpses lie
On the bitter earth.
Goddess, come down
From the spacious halls
On a charger, come down
Where warrior falls
Ride, come down
The lighted halls
Take these soldiers to rest
To Valhalla’s walls.
But this is a raving, a fever, a dream
Valhalla’s myth, like the rest.
They’ll not come for the noble
The honored and blest.
They rot in the damp.
Die in the dust
Their bodies are still
And their weapons rust.
Time ran out so the story goes
for the legended land that lay
beyond the Pillars of Heracles
and that island empire
with its bronzed battlements
fruited gardens and steep
fire-flame mountain
fell (so Plato tells us)
“in one dreadful day
and one dreadful night”
disappearing down and ever down
into ocean buried dark mystery
Dream-drowned the mystery waits
in cold deep sleep
waits for those first faint soundings
that might lift it upward and ever up
to the sun’s light and reality
But what then? As the stones rise
from fathomed deep
one by one to the pitiless glare
of the long-lost sun
will we perhaps wonder
Did we dream the drowned world?
Did we just dream Atlantis?