THE APPLE

The Apple


Attend the keening of the night,
let the shadows come alive,
to speak through masks of gossamer
the Truth for which we strive.

They might weep for pasts constrained
by characterological lies,
and hide in thoughts of oracles
yet in Gods our hope belies.

Repress, obsess, depress, aggress
our defenses gone awry,
the gift in Eden’s apple
ego’s death can’t be denied.

V2009

LEFT BEHIND

The eve of death disturbs the phone
of sleeping son and love alone.
Hospice calls a moment past,
the agony unshared, yet to be devoured.

As a stumbling alerts us to the pain
that will inevitably come,
yet begs our balance and resolve,
a futile plea to immortality.

And later, after public utterance
and tearful countenance
do they smile at motes of dust
and bow to God’s reprieve?

V c2008

The Moose

The moose roams forbidden terrain,
betwixt the rotting smell of Man.
Foraging the shrinking landscape,
her children weakened, dying,
as if doomed by nature`s whimsy.

V

DEPRESSION`S ANALOG

Alone, circular thoughts demand attention.

The present, filled with sadness and despair,

Drives us to earlier worlds

and engages our attention

in the futility of life.

A LOVE AFFAIR: REMINISCENCE.

“A LOVE AFFAIR”

Looking for nothing,
escaping the day,
I come upon our pages.
An old manila folder
almost thrown away
so many times,
yet always rescued
contents unread.

I feel the pages
smell them.
Eyes closed,
envisioning their mysteries.

Oh the tides
splashed upon these pages.
Passion never ceasing,
highs and lows
but overwhelming.

At first the letters,
pledges, undying,
meetings planned
consummated
written of
in full circle.

The burning within us
with urgency is fed,
consumes, is fed.
We marvel at its power
and forget we are
stripping our hearts
for kindling.

Much later
at the bottom of the folder,
I can sense the poems.
Odes to heartbreak,
to love
to our heroism and
immortality.