Category Archives: poetry

A father’s confession

To Kate:

I cannot tell the sun

to stop for you,

nor the moon to

wait upon your convenience.

I cannot tell the sea

to stand back so you

can gather sea-shells and starfish.

I cannot command the stars to come down

to garland your neck with glory

and light your path in the darkness.

I cannot rebuke the wind

so that it gives you only

the kiss of soft breezes.

I cannot do even these

little things for you.

I can only tell you

I love you

always, always, always.

 

 

 

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Sunday Photo Fiction – November 8th 2015– Autumn

My response to the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge for November 8th 2015– a flash fiction inspired by this image–

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Not quite yet
there’s yet some green
in the tips of the leaves
a little life still
But soon
soon enough
it will sleep
as will I
does it regret
the cloudy days
when it saw no sun?
The rain that fell
on other forests?
Regrets
are understandings
of what might have been
and were not
and cannot be
It will sleep
as will I
long, dark and cold
bare
unlovely
when the sun rides high again
it will flourish
but will I?
but will I?

An Encounter on 20th Avenue, July 21st, 2015

There are yet good things in the world
I know, because I met you
this morning, on 20th Avenue
The two of you, in fact
Stellula calliope, perhaps,
although my ignorance is great
You zoomed and drank from flowers,
perched in a tree and preened,
and then came and hovered
ten feet above my head
as if stopping to wonder
why I wept

Impressions while listening to Jóhann Jóhannsson’s “Fordlandia”

Solar winds
scour the sky
Frozen worlds
locked in mystery
The dreadful fall
of burning spaceships,
lost in heaven-spanning battles.
Silent monuments
of forgotten races,
tombs entrapping the secrets
of millenia.
The screaming passage
of the event horizon,
skimming darkness and chaos,
to fall, fall, fall
back to a morning
beside the sea
I watched you walk
barefoot, smiling,
in the sand,
and I feel the touch
of a lost-love’s hand