You don’t have to always be right
You don’t have to always have the last word
For once in your life
Just let it go
Category Archives: Poetry
Be Near Me
Be near me when my light is low
When the blood creeps and the nerves
Prick and tingle and the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust
And time a maniac scattering dust
And life a fury slinging flame
Be near me when I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
“In Memoriam A.H.H.” Part 50
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Leaves of Ass
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me complains of my gab and my loitering I too am not a bit tamed I too am untranslatable I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world I depart as air I shake my white locks at the runaway sun I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love if you want me again look for me you will hardly know who I am or what I mean but I shall be good health to you nevertheless and filter and fibre your blood failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged missing me one place search another I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Walt Whitman
Wondrous Moment
I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes
Just like a fleeting apparition
Just like pure beauty’s distillation.
Whenever someone quotes poetry or an excerpt from a book in an attempt to convey to me what it was like when we first met, I’m not normally 100% impressed, but when the work is Russian and the author is Pushkin, I am touched. It’s a perpetual happiness to drown inside such words, and all the more because the sentiment contained is sweetly heard.
You Can Never Invite the Wind
You
can never invite the wind but you
must leave the window open
Ain’t Nothing Wrong
Ain’t
nothing wrong with sorrow but
Gotta make room for something else.
Thin line between heaven
And here
Impressions of Love and Frailty
discovering myself from
the outside in, the near is as seductive as the far
a final promise kept contains star-filled skies
What begins in darkness ends in darkness
(but your voice is the song) inside
all the silence
Bittersweet, Irrepressible
Love
bittersweet, irrepressible
loosens my limbs and
I tremble
Somewhere I Have Never
somewhere i have never traveled gladly beyond any experience your eyes have their silence in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens touching skillfully mysteriously her first rose or if your wish be to close me i and my life will shut very beautifully suddenly as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility whose texture compels me with the color of its countries rendering death and forever with each breathing i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody not even the rain has such small hands
Heartbreak Under Street Light
did i lose you each time because i recognized you lose you each time because i did recognize you but was afraid losing you each time because of recognizing you i knew i had to lose you but where did you end up last night we danced close like nobody’s danced for years i woke this morning with a headache
I Dial Your Number
I dial your number
like a constellation, your voice is
the silence within every sound
