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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.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: SPRING’S PROMISE
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mysteries of the Lyric World in 1988.
SPRING’S PROMISE
My breath frosts the winter scene from my eyes
As I peer out the bedroom window,
Trees bend their naked arms
As cold north wind gives them life,
The lawn, the hue of hay
Bristles with the wind,
I look to the future
When my world will once again fill with life,
I look to my wife round with life herself
And the sound of the promise of spring
Rings in my ears.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: MY CHILD SMILES
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Memories of the Halcyon Days,1987.
MY CHILD SMILES
My child smiles
For she knows nothing of the world
And that is good.
My child cries
And she knows nothing of the sorrow of the world
And that is good.
My child laughs
And that is good for the world.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: CITY MORN
Accepted for publication by Expressive Arts Review, 1974
CITY MORN
Sunlight filtering thru elevated
Roadways,
Dawn, finding its way thru twilight
As the sleeping city greets another
Day,
Delicate steel webs vaulting gray
Rivers,
Ribbons of concrete conveying
Sleepy-eyed travelers,
The hush of night giving way to
Din of traffic,
Morning-sky reds lost to haze,
Another day begins.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: THE WIND HOWLS
The Wind Howls was published in 1979 by New Worlds Unlimited in their anthology, Visions of the Enchanted Spirit.
THE WIND HOWLS
The wind howls a mournful tune,
The winter is deep and the night long,
Frost paints a lacey scene
on darkened windows
as we lay here
with only a single wavering candle
mellowing the room,
We touch, Caress
fighting off the winter chill,
Fighting off life’s hard cold,
Next to you life is summer
on this December night.
The sun grows,
A flame burns on.
We are one.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY
wrote the following poem in remembrance of my grandmother.
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1982 in their anthology, Dreams of the Heroic Muse.
ROSES
Roses were her love,
Great flowing rainbows of pink, red and white.
Her children, small strangers would come
And each take home
A fist full of gaily colored affection.
Roses were her love,
And when rest had finally come from roses
Roses were hers,
Elegant creations of empty colors
Looking out on empty eyes.
Roses were her love,
And now her small garden
Has yet to discover
A rose.
I have a few different series of posts in progress: published and unpublished poems, published and unpublished short stories and views of how life has changed looking back from old age.
You will also come across the occasional essay.
Hope you enjoy these various posts.
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