Creatives Artists are a lot like God They come up to a great nothing Blank and void and empty They begin to see They begin to draw They begin to paint Layers at a time At any given point You can hear the whispers from outside “What is that?” “That makes no sense” And the…
Category: Free Verse Poetry
Resilience
Resilience Everything beautiful about you Has been cut to the ground The lines of the years now show on your face You feel like you are just one small disgrace In a great big universe of order and shadow But I see something I see where everyone thought you were dead Yet you are alive…
Dead Amongst the Living
Dead Amongst the Living I’m no longer writing poetry I’m not sure why I sit here on the front porch Looking at the sky And that is all I do These thoughts are many These thoughts are few I just don’t know who I am anymore Stillness can be heaven Stillness can be hell And…
Rain in May
Rain in May The biggest lesson of today A day of rain and cold and quiet Is to enjoy Yes, it’s the midst of May The time of sun and warmth and flowers and green Yet Those things aberrant are often the very things we need To see our lives in a whole new way…
Grape Vine
Grape Vine I guess it’s good for your work to outlive you It’s good for your DNA to travel on Sometimes I’m not so sure what to focus on Build and work, work and build Live and love, Love and live Maybe it’s all a both and an and I keep coming back to that…
The Center
The Center The Center is clear Everything that radiates from it Blurs and blurs No color is lost Still the center is clear And all that align with it Even the peripheral Even the immature Even the things never noticed They are clear when they rest at the center So it is with you and…
Authenticity
Authenticity I’m flat on my back Staring at the stillness of the ceiling fan Listening to the noise get greater and greater Feeling the silence envelop me This is prayer of the purest sort This raw exposure below 3 incandescent bulbs Their light speaks vacant emptiness Except “close your eyes and feel the nothing.” I…
Musings on a Sunday (Unfinished)
Musings on Sunday (Unfinished) We often feel we must have something to say We must have this profound wisdom This answer And we must have it now Give it now Know it now Yet we really live in the midst of a vast universe Unknown Untouched Never experienced Still we think we know…
Rose Garden
Rose Garden There is a real hope And it hurts. To lean into it, No, to dive full on into it Is the destiny of humanity But there within its living form are so many thorns Painful, hideous thorns Disappointment, disillusionment Failure, rejection These are the thorns on the roses of hope And they are…
