Brass City Walk..

Cross eyed queen of the concrete,;

near where the asphalt 

And the curb meet.

Sitting on her throne 

of granite and concrete, 

three steps up

on the third stoop on your right.

And the sneaker boys

mutter and fill the gutter 

with half smoked butts, 

waiting for the mall doors to open

and buy the latest trophy

bound in colored leather and rubber.

Mist turns to rain...

You can hear them complain,

glancing at enormous watches

in all the colors of the rainbow

and then some.

The sun comes amid the rain, 

a sun shower sparkling,

little rainbows parachuting color
as the fall to earth

and steaming asphalt.

The scent of rain, 

a moist kiss that quenches,

permeates the soul as it drenches

in a quick burst

watering the park benches,

making the brass statues glisten.

And if you take the time to think, 

to truly listen,

to hear the drops of water sizzle

as the cloud burst turns to drizzle

and only small puddles on the concrete

remind yo of the brilliance of the moment...
                 08-04-13

Coming 'Round...

Trying to draw a perfect circle,

tracing with my finger

in one continous motion.

Which way to start..

do I go left or right,

begin from the bottom

or fall from the top?

Wherw to begin  

where does it end, 

the perfect shape found in nature?

In a raindrop's bounce

as it strikes the earth

and reaches back 

towards the cloud

from whence it came.

 

In a teardrop,

falling from a face, 

circles of sadness

catch the light as they fall,

illuminating the emotion,

sanctifying the soul,

solace in the release.

In a soap bubble

floating away from young lips,

catching the breeze,

bouncing lightly on the grass,

An iridescent wonder

In an iris,

illuminated from within,

shining with life 

and revealing the soul.

In the sun and the moon,

always together, always apart.

Ruling separate kingdoms,

darkness and light

sharing the earth in turns...

yet another circle...

          06-03-14

  

Under The Tuscan Sky...

The last star to hold out
against the light of dawn
blinks red and white...
Now wait, that can't be right...
isn't the planets that twinkle
like the light in a young lady's eye?
Do you ever wonder why
our eyes don't reflect in the light,
like deer caught between
stand still and take flight?
It's this and other small delights
that can make the world seem right,
because life really is a fight,
not the game we have all heard
and you may take my word
(I was told by a little bird)
friendship  and love  will get you through
all the exhibits in this zoo,
as long as you express your thought
because there really is always
someone willing to listen...
               Circa 2010

Not So Different After All...

When the air is fresh my soul and the earth mesh,

it is anybody's guess

where the two will take me.

Shake me,wake me

someone show me how

all the leaves that grow 

eventually fall without breaking.

Time will tell if this spell will last, 

time to break this fast

for my thirst needs slaking.

When the sun is bright 

wish I was a kite.

When the wind is right

I could soar forever...

but my feet stay rooted

though they are unbooted

and the truth is man was never meant to fly...

but my spirit soars

and ever I seek more;

more than what I am,

a solitary, lonely man

for as long as I can remember.

For no one sees my pain,

they only read my words

and I can't help but wonder

just what you thought,

if you decide to take a second look...

Crying in the wilderness 

of concrete it is anybody's guess,

the echo that you hear

between the asphalt and tears.

The steam vents billow ever on

while beneath the city, in tunnels,

families huddle closer to keep warm

in their Stygian dank homes.

Realize they're not alone,

others just don't realize their surroundings

because we all are truly floundering,

searching to belong...

         circa 2010

Thoughts Dance...

Like a spider
caught within his own web,
with a myriad of voices
echoing within my head.
It's not how you're raised,
it's not how you're  bred.
I know what it's not
but not sure what it is.

Like when the breeze becomes wind
and the wind starts to howl
I've heard it roar
and watched from afar,
moving in like Time
with little reason, little rhyme...

Back to thoughts that dance upon my mind...

Like rain falling on a pond,
spattering the water's canvas,
shining like crystals on the lawn,
a soft, wet kiss and then gone.
Do you ever wonder where you belong
in the scheme of things
or if we belong at all?...

           circa 2010

Winter's Reprieve...

A short reprieve from winter's chill,

a false spring shining like a diamond

sparkling before my eyes.

Even the trees seem to feel it,

waiting but none too patiently

for the burst of color that marks the season.

Smells like spring when the rains come

and leave the air fresh and sweet.

Smiles abound wherever you go,

shorts and t-shorts replacing down coats

and  winter boots.

This suits everyone fine 

but i'm he to remind you 

that Old Man Winter still reigns,

he allowed this respite as part of the game

he plays to keep boredom away.

Soon, all to soon he will remind us

that when our world turns dark before six

he still has a few tricks up his sleeve

                 02-23-14

Color of Winter

A winter rainbow...

Is it a frozen arch 

before my eyes,

the crystals reflecting

the setting sun's color?

Only the ends can be seen,

diving into the white horizon.

disappearing into the clouds

spread around the sun, 

absorbing colors a well. 

Could be the Rainbow Bridge to Asgard,

where Odin rules and Valkyries serve.

In harmony for the moment...

Alarming how easily it happens.

Nature speaks to us all. 

if we care to listen, 

each having our own lessons to learn 

and old bridges to burn.

For many roads lead to nowhere

when you consider the ending

But perhaps the journey 

is in itself the lesson

and all of my journeys

have brought me here

and tomorrow's path

might bring me that much closer 

to Serenity's slumber,

easing this world's fever.

Too long the Doubting Thomas

I want to be a believer...

in myself

             01-28-00

For Those Who Read...

The smile that appears;
Who would have thought

Someone else lives in my world?

Like a blushing bride,

The heart that waits

where patience resides.

Still, count the waves when black turns green

Beneath a waning moon.

The tingle in your shins

When you look over the edge.

Is that sweet release or impending doom

Your body senses?

Your body will react,

Sometimes unasked,

It saves you from yourself.

For where else can you look

When he answers you seek are not found in books

With a pretty picture the front

Or a clever bio in the back.

The questions asked by the cave,

Kissed by the fire's tongue before rising to heaven,

Those are the ones upon whose answers I wait;

My own double jeopardy.

A supplicant with proud knees,

A sigh floating on the misted breeze.

For all the chances lost to doubt,

It took a like soul

To echo my thoughts

Though i still prefer the whisper soft

To the top of the mountain shout.

Circa 1996