Archive for November, 2012

Hurricane Hugo
November 18, 2012

HURRICAINE HUGO

The winds blew…
I saw them all around,
Felt them tear at the soul of the land
Ancient sentries snapped, and snapped
again
The trees bowing down before its fury
Not in worship but in submission
Their exalted years surrendering
Mustering not even a silent curse
Something left with the winds
Stripping all creatures from the
countryside
In awe exhausted men gaped.
Empty, desolate, wasted
“It was like a war zone”
Though few had seen a battle
The ache was for a loved one lost
Torrents of rain and tears
Blurred visions
Blinded by cataracts of memories
destroyed
Strewn as seaweed along endless
beaches
Old photographs, bits of others’ lives
Knew no boundaries or surveyors’
markers
Like stray dogs they had wandered
aimlessly
Deposited as evidence of unforgettable
ravage
Now is the hour
Birth and death lie separated
By a narrow ravine of time
Over which we may jump
Or crawl
Or glide.
By wings eternal
I will glide.

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November 17, 2012

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Anarchy of the Heart
November 15, 2012

ANARCHY OF THE HEART

How long did senseless reign
Of feeling rule the heart?
Where all actions purposed
Deep within they start
Up from the center ushered
Protocol to write
To copy out in longhand
Dictums penned in spite
For no discerning cause
Reason then had fled
Data, schedules, certainty
Spewed forth, wasted, bled
As smiles of meaning crept then
When dawning thought birthed slow
Flew right in releasing
Kilowatts aglow
So what’s the better way now?
Is it copy, hard and fast?
Or by our sight and sound selves
Governed, decided, cast
Moving towards our eighty years
Paragraphed by rest stops
Taking in the scenery
Chuckled forbearance adopts
Chaos gone awry now
To order given way
Once anarchy of the heart
In peace holds fact at bay.

Silence
November 12, 2012

SILENCE

Whispers in breathless air
To a yearning ear
A heart that breathes its own pity
Beating not for itself
But for another
Who knows not its loneliness
Nor sees its loveliness
Hope is in the beating itself
That emanates the very life
Which drives it onward
Offering soft messages to its beloved
Yearning for them to be captured,
Enjoyed, understood, caressed, savored
Matrixed, enmeshed as a vine and lattice
That is who I am
No more
No less
But all that
For you.