Poems

 

DREAM
WATCHER

in these walls
a shadow plays
within these walls
a shallow grave

quiet as moonlight
still as stone
an earthen vessel
marrow and bone

inner worlds
winters rain
fleeting thoughts
age old pain

tiny
shudder
a twitch a moan
old visions, lovers
all alone

hammer
and chisel
crack of stone
saw on mortar
not our home

watching sleep
guarding rest
internal life
left unguessed

feeling, aching
close not near
body echoes
age old fear

Soon awaken
world anew
Mine unbroken
you?

3/26/04

Apartment near old town square
in Prague. Watching my lover dreaming, while snow falls on laborers
replacing cobblestones in the street below.
COMMITMENT

 

commitment
mind soul body
naked in spirit
at the edge
agony ecstasy
when eternity,
reaches conclusion
anything nothing
is better

commitment

no condition
no remorse
no consolation
no wisdom
naked desire
the animal
beneath our skin
moments of nothing
in dawns twilight hour
more than love
more than passion

commitment

as you draw breath
in life
in death
all you are
all you will be
one moment
all eternity

commitment
5/06/2002

SWANDIVE OF GREATNESSS

Steps taken
Rules broken
The winding path
To the swandive of greatness
The finest choice
The most glorious flight
Worshipped by all
Witnessed by none
Falling forever
Into the sun

NIGHT WATCHERS

They guard the night
and greet the day
have only pleasant
things to say
The nightwatchers
in shades of gray

MY OLDEST FRIEND

You can not know my pain
it is mine and mine alone

the hollow echo of your own
may give you compassion
but that is all

my pain is my oldest friend
I know it
and it knows me

EXPECTATIONS

backpack rucksack
place for my stuff
cold day warm faces
going away
collection of peoples
not yet friends
willing able afraid
depends
first question
first pause
a summation
a novation
hesitation
too early to choose
suicide to lose
more coming
play it safe
pray
not to late

Written in Dublin waiting to board a bus for week tour of Southern Ireland

 

 

REFLECTION

The time will come
and I will go
All that has been
all I have known

My body lain peaceful
in eternity
Waiting in silence
close to the sea

Who will remember
Who will recall
My passing moments
None and all

Will it have mattered
Did anthing change
Was there a purpose
Had I remained

Would I do it over
Live it again
Be kind to my neighbor
Make enemy friend

Or whore till daylight
Day after day
So i’d have memories
as I rest in the grave

Or spend my life struggling
to change rich from poor
Or discover some truth
none discovered before

Might I just live
a day at a time
and wonder the same
as I did the first time

Now in this moment
With one certainty
All else seems possible
Impossibly brief

Written in Monmarte cemetary on a lazy saturday afternoon in June

Poems I wish I had written