Life is like running with scissors
naked through freezing blizzards
poems
Pitch
Night
— the quiet of solitude
— the silence of loneliness
Non compos mentis
after a few beers, my nouns stumble
and my verbs can no longer talk straight —
O! yes after a few good beers verbs blunder
and nouns fall flat on their faces
Listen to the colors
Purple is the soul-lifter
Red, the flame of passion
Yellow, the light of warmth
Green, vibrant stem of life
Pink, a whisper of beauty
Orange beckons, take a chance
Blue is the sea tide in us all
Do I write grief or is it writing me?
I write all these death poems, these grief poems —
and does it really make me feel better? Or am I just
twisting my heart so that I can feel, to remember?
Because I’m afraid that if I don’t feel, I will forget.
Inkdreaming
the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
Only bruises
Poetry allows
my soul to age gracefully
my mind to land softly
amongst the new gray hairs —
without it I’d have thunked
into my forties with
tail bone, funny bone
and spirit broken
Torch
Grief is a fire
set to the heart —
burning some things away
keeping others aflame
Don’t-do-it list
currently i am about halfway through
doing the list of things i swore before
i would never ever do when i got old
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Specks of universe in my soul,
flurries of God in my head.
Heart ticks away, doing its job—
whispering poetry all the while.
Enlightenment flickers subtly
from old gray half-burnt wicks.
Midlife nights
at night her age landed hard
like the fall of wasted time
blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
I accept you
Okay — I give in — I accept you — Middle Age
I am tired — I want to sit down — unrushed —
to read — and drink hot tea — and — Breathe
the number of years behind me — and ahead of me —
no longer concern me — mathematically or emotionally
I have come to rest in the sturdy arms of the Present —
where Time has been waiting for me — my whole Life
Inkside out
a writer tries valiantly
to transform his insides
into an intricate beautiful painting
and publish himself inside-out
for all the world to see