The poems on this page are the best I've written. Whether they're actually any good is a whole different matter.
O! My soul cries out because you love me:
Rising, falling, with every breath you take;
Ebbing, flowing: In Neptune's tidal sea
Dashed to pieces on the rocks. Watch it break.
Let me go; release me from these hard chains
Trapping me in the prism that is you,
Holding me captive to your strong refrains.
Standing on harbored shores, you laugh while blue
Seas passively drown me. O! My soul bleeds.
You are the tide; I, the thin, fragile reed.
(October 11, 1987)
As I sat in your room --
and you in mine,
You worked toward your future --
and I looked into it.
I looked at the photos on your desk --
they were taken
on your 21st birthday.
I saw you
showing them to family
and friends --
wanting to remember.
I wrote a message
on the back --
with a little imagination.
(November 22, 1987)
Frayed trees still stand tall
Against wind and sleet and snow.Spring is their seamstress.