Monthly Archives: March 2013

Scarce the echoes of time forget the love of poet and a poet’s love –
Thru tragedy and deep regret, the poet’s pen can rise above,
but never the life of poet.

Time comes in waves oe’r loamy sand and calls to generations caught,
drives the pen and ink from hands of some whose lives in same are fraught.
Their heartfelt lays do show it.

Burns or Brooke or Browning’s hues,
Dickinson, Carey in Shakespeare’s shoes,
these lives in anguish spent.
Even Lincoln knew the woes
of moments lost to moment’s foes
that deny the love there meant
and expressly tuned by God for them.

Sadly scribed in history’s page or lullaby counted in binding guild,
recalling moments of true love found, realized and left as unfulfilled,
so left their goblet’s depth un-stemmed.

“Roll me over, roll me over”, decried their leaving gasp,
“That I may chance to find this love, again, before this earth is passed – “
So tightly clasped onto each breast, the wilting rose of hope,
that prays for histories’ echoed waves and dreams to catch and galvanize hope
of love denied eternal.

Tho’ truth’s defined in years autumnal of poets’ passing lives,
it’s future loves be summed in one all and not denied in death bed sighs –
For a poet’s life is vernal.

Subtle streams of teardrop dreams burst from season’s heart,
trace the city light’s reflections across this window pane of art.

Swimming cars reflect their stars in amber winks and flashing reds,
below me play Astaire and Rogers waltzing all the drunks to bed.

Lonely glimmer of flash and shimmer as neon admires her wet reflection
caught in streets and rain-dropped orbs bent to pure perfection.

Black hole dots reflecting naught dart from cabs to dance hall doors,
send quiet waves of whispered laughs drifting to this hotel floor.

Captured mists in clouds of fists deny the grandeur of city-scape,
leaves me to dream between the steel and flying in its cape.

Dampened moon denies a swoon or howling through such broken light,
and I, my foot steps toward my bed, lest I miss this perfect night.

hours pass…
sleep calls…
good night.