WIND… a poem

selective focus photo of woman standing on sea shore near rock formation during golden hour

Oh, wistful wind

How you tease me so

Gentle as the summer breeze

You cause dancing of the snow

typhoon

Twisted and destructive

Typhoons and cyclones too

Heartbreak you leave in your path

To settle in the gloom

Sad, Child, Boy, Kid, Crying, Tears

You can ease the heat of August

Or crash the waves of the seas

Dry the tears from a baby’s eyes

Blowing as you please

body of water during daytime

A love or hate relationship

Mother Nature’s deadly wrath

Sailors curse or praise you

Are you a psychopath

EARLY MORNING HAZE

Who will save me from the windows

That tantalize my mind?

Or take the cool refreshing wind away

No, that would be unkind.

Seasons come and season go

As our gardens go to seed.

Where will I find latitude

When there is none left for me?

City, Man, Person, Solo, Window, Alone

Pull the drapes

Pull the curtains

Pull the cords

Close the doors

Let the sun go down

As lights go on

Chase shadows on the floor

Give me eyes

That maybe, I can see

Remembering yesterday

Then open all the windows

To the early morning haze.

…….

A cock crows in the distance

As another day begins.

A baby cries in her existence

One breath out another in.

And papas on the tractor

Headed to the fields to plow.

While I’m lost in this reverie

A young mind on the prowl…

Horse, Pegasus, Archway, Fantasy

Pull the drapes

Pull the curtains

Pull the cords

Close the doors

Let the sun go down

As lights go on

Chase shadows on the floor

Give me eyes

That maybe, I can see

Remembering yesterday

Then open all the windows

To the early morning haze.

Tea Plantation, Landscape, Vietnam, Haze

Spiraling out of control

Whiplashed – beaten down.

Never, will I trust again.

Damn this streetlight town.

Monuments to fools, they build

Hate, it fills the air.

Where’s the hope that once was found

Surrounded by despair.

close up photo of withered plant with yellow leaf

Pull the drapes

Pull the curtains

Pull the cords

Close the doors

Let the sun go down

As lights go on

Chase shadows on the floor

Give me eyes

That maybe, I can see

Remembering yesterday

Then open all the windows

To the early morning haze.

FALLING STAR… a poem

Mountain, Sunset, Sky, Silhouette, Plane

I caught a falling star

What else could I do

I cupped it gently in my palm

To hold and give to you

But as I held it

It grew bright

So, I thought I’d let it fly away

I reached up high

Towards the sky

But, in my palm, it stayed

I said, “You’re free! You can go!”

It only stared at me

Then words unspoken

Pierced my heart

Where once was misery

And something happened

Then and there

Within my very core

Deep inside

This broken soul

Is brokenness – no more