Dogwood II (written 06 Sept 2016, edited Oct 26)
You are a flowering dogwood tree
Who has grown to mean so much to me—
A tall, strong pine in a lonely grove
Ready to scope the skyline alone
Until I surveyed my surroundings
And found you directly beside me.
Congrats! You made it to the canopy!
Maybe you would like some coffee?
Or maybe, maybe just a chat?
I think I would really like that.
So, I swayed and you swayed
With the wind flow of time,
Till you bloomed and opened
These narrow eyes of mine.
Bloodhound Demon: Part II (15 April 2016)
I run and I hide
I run and I hide
But I can’t run from it
And I can’t hide from it.
The bloodhound demon chases me far
Into the deep dark forest of my heart.
I crush leaves, break branches, and leave a clear trail
But it doesn’t matter cause the demon won’t prevail
Bloodhound Demon: Part I (15 Apr 2016)
My vice is a bloodhound demon of the night
I can deny once, maybe even twice,
But on the third time his rage ignites
And I fail to offer him a good fight.
Not here, not alone, in the deep dark forest
Where the mind is strong but the eyes are poorest
I yield to the vice I solemnly hate
And the demon whispers, “You’re not so great.”
Then a voice booms far above my skull,
“Wretched fiend! Your power is void and null!
“He has my Spirit who knows not defeat.”
But that stubborn demon did not concede.
Whether he haunts in the forest or field
I smile—to the perfect Spirit I yield.
The Dancing Birds (14 Apr 2016)
You can only play with the dancing birds
If you agree to play by their playtime terms:
- Make sure your voice is not too loud.
- Make sure your soul is near the ground.
- When you move, move slowly or they may run away and you must wait to play another day.
- When you breathe, breathe gently or they may be afraid to enter into your hazy domain.
I imagine playtime was fun today.
Too bad I scared them again away.
Day Trip to DC (16 Dec 2015)
What do I say? Yes or no?
Should I stay or should I go?
I want to make a memory
But my friends—they cannot join me.
Fulfillment not tedium is the goal
But if I can’t share it then it’s not whole.
Without fellowship, what is the goal
Of a day trip to DC alone?
For nine hours in my car
I will chat with a childhood Friend
We’ll reserve two seats at the bar
And I’ll hear the good news again.
True solitude and tranquility
Can be a heavenly melody—divine remedy.
Friendship (08 Dec 2015)
Perhaps the deepest pain I’ve known
Is being in a crowd alone.
In a sick twist of irony
Many yet none are beside me.
But that’s just it; I’m not alone
Even if I am far from home
I have God family and friends
Whose love unyielding extends.
Traversing the solar system
Radiation explodes from them
To the dark side of my planet
Which rotates to accept it.
Even in a cold, distant land
I might feel the warmth of a friend.
[I accidentally posted my poems out of order! o.O There were THREE poems written between “Cry” (Poem Entry #6) and “Waiting” (Poem Entry #7) which I accidentally skipped! They are titled “Fat Pig,” “Friendship,” and “Day Trip to DC.” I will post them now as Poem Entry #8, #9, and #10, respectively. Just note the dates attached to the titles to confirm the accurate chronological order.]
Here is “Fat Pig,” the shortest poem I had written up to that time. It was my first sharp break from the Sonnet structure.
Fat Pig (01 Dec 2015)
The fog, the smog, that stubborn hog
Has come back to lounge in my bog.
That fat pig has exceeded her stay
In my cerebral city of rain.
I much prefer the brighter days
That don’t lead me to dismay
The condition of this beloved place
Of low-lying clouds and rain.