I recently got back from a much-needed vacation, beach time in south Florida along with a glorious cruise to warmer weather regions, only to come home to rain and snow. I didn’t write a single thing on vacation. Not because I didn’t want to, but more because the sun was beckoning me more than the … Continue reading Weekendspiration – Plight of the Sea
It’s official, I am trapped. Inside my head. The wall is tall and it is unwavering. The age-old writers block has gripped me. The problem here is, the block is self-induced. The writing I have done these past six months have been few dabbles, quick notes, but a lot of staring at the screen and … Continue reading I Really Need a Hammer and Chisel.
The immense mountain rose In lofty grandeur, and in a long memorial, Within the raw rock and grieving ice, Came in a quiet tundra of Mozart’s Requiem, Where the lunar light shined into the meadows, And embellished the prehistoric Longs Peak. Hidden in the snowstorms, Reserved behind the unwavering timber, And afloat in a turquoise … Continue reading Of Faults and Seams
Dear my Loyal Readers, Visitors and Fellow Jedi/Sith: Poetry is my foundation. Yet, for the month of November I have taken upon the challenge and motivation to write a novel in a month for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). If you haven’t heard of this organization, it is just what it says it is. Write … Continue reading Impressive. Most Impressive.
It was only a glimpse, The slight verge of a shadow Against the vast and profound plains Where memory floated in the besieged mist And the thirsty grass was caressed by a wavering wind. Reality disguised in the moon, Where the silver and purple glowed in the darkness, And alas, it was there that my … Continue reading A Vestige of Silver
I once, surprisingly, had breakfast with a bird, When I was searching for my muse, And lost in thought of breath and life, Wondering where it all went, Pondering what it all will become. Between sips of velvet, warm coffee, That was hugged delicately inside my blue, antiqued mug, Which, fittingly, had a cobbled design … Continue reading Breakfast with a Bird
Lingering in the collision of clouds, Billowed a ghostly haze on a path that ends In a marvel of forgotten, archaic structures, Where nature persists and has begun to reclaim, In verdant and fragile fingers of yearning, The crumbling and destitute archetype of yore. How didst I not know of the burden, How didst I … Continue reading Tinge of Reflection
"…it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost." – Black Elk, Oglala Sioux 1932 It is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost, Consumed by the profound agony of change. It is into the cave of sorrow to which men escape, To abandon the subtle spirits and dreams … Continue reading Anima Mundi
I tried to behold what was submerged, Lost amongst the beams of a motionless morning, Settling into the rustic rhythm of ebb and flow, Moored footprints lost in the brine. It was only me. In the dismal and cruel clang of time, Between the roar, I heard a whispered truth, “Thyself was made before I … Continue reading In the Canyon of Tides
The tragedy is scribed in the fractures of rocks, In the mountains, where the air is thin and clear. The wind whips the clouds as unobstructed sails, And his fierce cry thundered against the walls and knotted trunks. Above the timberline, the grieving Hawk glides, Beholding his scattered and scorched dominion, Wondering how, under his … Continue reading Harbinger of Time