I Want to See
I want to see glaciers burn
To see earthquakes build
To see the tide bring my sandcastle back
I want to see the rain leave us dry
To see the wind comb my hair
To see grass retreat to the ground
I want to see the wrinkles smooth
To see the trail become clear
To see my grandfather breathe
I want to see the bottle refill
To see the fist heal the wound
To see the glass shattered pristine
I want to see the tears dry your face
To see a light in your eyes
To see you walking back to me
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
A recent poem - "Jose's Heartbeat"
Jose’s Heartbeat
We made a promise to each other
But a promise slowly fades
A color lost among the crowd
Of so many different shades
As years creep by and wrinkles deepen
My eyes forget your face
The softness of a skin forgotten
Gone, your kisses from my taste
A spark became a fire
A fire became a blaze
A blaze weakened to embers
Now ashes fill my gaze
I try looking back with no regret
But regret’s a mighty force
Our ship of hope and foolish love
Has drifted far off course
We made a promise to each other
But a promise slowly fades
A color lost among the crowd
Of so many different shades
As years creep by and wrinkles deepen
My eyes forget your face
The softness of a skin forgotten
Gone, your kisses from my taste
A spark became a fire
A fire became a blaze
A blaze weakened to embers
Now ashes fill my gaze
I try looking back with no regret
But regret’s a mighty force
Our ship of hope and foolish love
Has drifted far off course
Monday, February 7, 2011
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A recent poem...
Rapids
I long for deeper rivers
Than the tributaries in which I’ve tread
Whose smooth stones
And reflecting pools
Are graciously welcoming
Rather than menacing
Or treacherous
As the rivers in my dreams
Churning white rapids
And depths that would disappear a man
From this world
These rivers, by night visited
Are the challenge awaiting
They are the ghostly undoing
Of my feeble world
They taunt me
As I stand barefoot on the shores
Paddle in hand
And life vest buckled
But no boat within sight
To dream of a river
And to be without boat
To stare into the endless flow
To be mesmerized by the unceasing waters
To know this force began
Somewhere upstream
And smaller
To have become this beast
With its cold body
And mighty push
I reach down and collect a pebble
A smooth stone
Like the ones viewed awake
From my own wanting creek
The pebble and I
Stand along the edge
And watch the waters pass
Rushing toward its destination
Leaving the bystanders to wonder
Of the mysteries of its torrent
Of its ebbs and flows
I long for deeper rivers
Than the tributaries in which I’ve tread
Whose smooth stones
And reflecting pools
Are graciously welcoming
Rather than menacing
Or treacherous
As the rivers in my dreams
Churning white rapids
And depths that would disappear a man
From this world
These rivers, by night visited
Are the challenge awaiting
They are the ghostly undoing
Of my feeble world
They taunt me
As I stand barefoot on the shores
Paddle in hand
And life vest buckled
But no boat within sight
To dream of a river
And to be without boat
To stare into the endless flow
To be mesmerized by the unceasing waters
To know this force began
Somewhere upstream
And smaller
To have become this beast
With its cold body
And mighty push
I reach down and collect a pebble
A smooth stone
Like the ones viewed awake
From my own wanting creek
The pebble and I
Stand along the edge
And watch the waters pass
Rushing toward its destination
Leaving the bystanders to wonder
Of the mysteries of its torrent
Of its ebbs and flows
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