Poetry Friday

A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond […]

Poetry Friday

LOW BAROMETER The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the blast. On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves […]

A contribution …

… for National Poetry Day (Thursday, October 7, 2010): AS YET UNTITLED (a work in progress) Composing words of romance, verses as yet unformed. Visions of hair, long, dark and curled, Of laughing Van Morrison eyes. Freckled skin, kissed by the sun, Slender curves, longing to be caressed. A heart, offered freely, given totally, Not […]

Poetry Friday

IN GENERAL This is about no rain in particular, just any rain, rain sounding on the roof, any roof, slate or wood, tin or clay or thatch, any rain among any trees, rain in soft, soundless accumulation, gathering rather than falling on the fir of juniper and cedar, on a lace-community of cobwebs, rain clicking […]

Poetry Friday

NOBODY Nobody loves me, Nobody cares, Nobody picks me peaches and pears. Nobody offers me candy and Cokes, Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes. Nobody helps when I get in a fight, Nobody does all of my homework at night. Nobody misses me, Nobody cries Nobody thinks I’m a wonderful guy. So if you […]

Poetry Friday

IF A WILDERNESS Then spring came:                     branches-in-a-wind. . . I bought a harness, I bought a bridle. I wagered on God in a kind stranger— kind at first; strange, then less so— and I was right.                The difference between God and luck is that luck, when it leaves, […]