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MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: EVERGLADE’S JOURNEY
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mirrors of the Wistful Dreamer in 1980.
EVERGLADE’S JOURNEY
Propellor spins,
And engine speaks a staccato song
To water and tree,
Sawgrass streaks by
In a maze of wildlife and nature,
Animals scurry,
Alligators lift their horny heads
And lacking patients with mankind
Move on,
Free,
Gliding along a filmy surface of life
Where nature exists as a power
Not as a tool.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: HOPE
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mirrors of the Wistful Dreamer in 1980.
HOPE
Hope,
Like tiny bubbles
In the mirky depths
Of liquid life,
Traveling to the surface
They expand,
Realizing only too late
They have traveled too far
And burst.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: A RAINDROP FALLS
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Tracings of the Valiant Soul in 1978.
A RAINDROP FALLS
A raindrop falls
Its birth uncertain,
Its death
A roadside pond,
The center ripples
And long after
The raindrop expires
Long after its fate is done
Gentle waves are felt
Along the shore.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: OVERHEAD
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Journeys of the Poet / Muse in 1983.
OVERHEAD
Overhead, one by one the light bulbs expire,
Their guts bursting,
And in death their ghosts yield a softer view of life,
Harsh shadows melt away,
Reality fades into the background
And the room’s boundaries sink into infinity,
Another bursts in incandescent death,
Familiar objects take on new shapes
As possessions melt from sight,
A book left open,
The words blur into feelings,
Something calls from the darkness
Waiting to be released as the last flame fades.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITNG POESTRY: DISTANT JEWEL
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Echoes of the Unlocked Odyssey in 1974.
THE DISTANT JEWEL
Shimmering diamonds in the distance,
Glimmering pearls on an ebony sea,
The city lies ahead
Made lovely by night
And the span of miles,
Those who know her close
Have seen her decay,
Known her bright avenues
The debris of progress,
The broken spirit of men.
Distance lends to a hazy beauty,
Close inspection,
Horror.
MY ATTEMPTE AT WRITING POETRY: NIGHT RAIN
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Voice of the Majestic Sage in 1984.
Night Rain
The darkened hush of an autumn evening,
A distant mummer and a world of sound approaches,
The wind sweats great flowing beads
Yet in darkness
Where colors fade to gray
And reality to hazy contours
Night hides the rain,
As if only the sound exists,
A time for memories that have no sounds
Only pictures alive in some unchanged time,
A memory’s life.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: PHANTASY
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Images of the Mystic Truth in 1981.
PHANTASY
Sickness pervades this cloistered sphere,
This world he calls his own,
Mutterings leap with meanings unclear
Crying a message unknown.
Shadowy thoughts revoke the day
God gave His hand, then turned away.
Come see the shell that isn’t a man,
Muse at this poor wretched fool,
Look to his eyes a moment and then
Depart his mad vestibule.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: LOVE VISITED
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Dreams of the Heroic Muse in 1982.
LOVE VISITED
Love visited me once
On a moonlit night
Last in six months,
I grew,
Was nourished,
Became almost human
As my being sought a home,
I held the moon at arm’s length
And watched it grow small
As its certain cycle
Continued to darkness,
The baying of dogs rings untrue,
The sky is empty.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: THE TEMPEST
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Treasures of the Precious Moments in 1985.
THE TEMPEST
Lost,
In a torrent of storm and power
A delicate finger fondles the earth’s surface,
Extends from a dark gray womb reaching out,
Caressing,
Tearing with the force of a lover lost in ecstasy,
A mighty machine borne of cloud and air
Spending itself on the unsuspecting earth,
I watch,
A distant viewer of a mystical force,
Amazed at the beauty death’s angel has summoned,
Amazed at the power unleashed before my eyes,
Distance masks the fury, the rage of storms,
Distance masks the horror of life’s reality.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: WALLS
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Treasures of the Precious Moments in 1985.
WALLS
I’m just marking time,
And can’t explain why
When the door opens
I kick it shut.
A wall was built some time ago,
The seams mossed over
So nothing can penetrate,
The wall’s purpose, lost with the key,
Yet the prisoner finds the wall insecure,
Builds walls within walls,
Breaks into himself only the find emptiness,
And the final realization comes too late,
The walls protect nothing,
And nothing was saved.
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