I typically write free verse poetry. I can write the classical styles of poetry, but I’ve just always enjoyed a more free style of writing. Today, though, I had a song going through my head. It was Bruce Springsteen’s “Philadelphia.” I’ve always loved this song, and my favorite part of it is the captivating and…
Stillness
Stillness I need days like today Quiet Dark Raining Cool Pain surging through my lower back With every little move So stillness is the order of the day No frenetic activity No urgent motion Just quiet sitting listening to the waters flow Just listening to the heartbeat grow Toward a restful anticipation…
Freedom’s Choice
Freedom’s Choice Such startling contrasts Often get our attention We often question why When pain and suffering enter in Yet in the midst of all of that raucous din We seem to forget to ask why All the beauty and majesty are there as well Sometimes as small as the hermit crab’s shell Sometimes…
Hope
Hope Today I felt the heavy pain of the land Entire forests burned, charred Entire mountains with blackened scars The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange Not from autumn skies But from death Demise Destruction Yet then there is this An angel in the skies bringing life Color Salmon and periwinkle Coral and slate…
Ocean Walk
Ocean Walk I’ve reached the midpoint The place where I have to turn Going back where I came from My way here was wondrous Boisterous, powerful Alone I walked away from my childhood home Until I could walk no further I’ve reached the midpoint The place where I have to turn Going…
Microscopic (Infinitesimal)
Microscopic Most of the time it’s easier to do the “wrong” thing It seems like holiness, perfection Are just much too high I can’t reach it I can’t jump anymore The pains in my feet go screaming galore So I just simply sit down and stare Then my head goes down I look toward…
MishMash
MishMash My logic and beliefs have worked me into a place Where my own life is totally meaningless I felt the inky black tar pulling me in A small black hole here in the arms of the Milky Way Small, but still no light could get through Somehow wakefulness pulled me out of its throes…
Traversing Oceans
Traversing Oceans Often I’m writing poems Even I don’t understand The words just seem to flow from me Like water from the hand Though there is some deliberate direction There is always also splash The life seems just to splatter It stains the crimson sash I often love to drift along Sail the open seas…
