Tag: Poetry

A Love Unknown.

Flames softening a heart of stone
fading away each zealous stream.
A spirit dulled through nights of black
blossoms stars from a faerie dream.
A soul once dampened by frigid tears
warmed by a love now found.
Mangled wings bound by the sun
now airily flitter upon the clouds.

Drifting through the sands of time,
celestial burning suffuse the night.
The sweetness of the morning dew
caress my heart with wondrous light.
Your grace, beauty, and wisdom great
have seized my heart in awe unbound,
The earth, now below us, faint-
how sublime it is, this love we’ve found.

To Say Goodbye.

Moisture burning her vision.
In the dark, it hides her eyes.
Teardrops.
Clinging onto her, one falls onto her lap
and stains her skirt.
She mourns.

Comfort her.
Tell her it will be okay.
That the shadow of a moment
may not stretch into tomorrow’s light.
That the ocean,
at its blackest
is still a reflection of the sky,
and she will not drown.

But the tide has come to take you home.
To her smile and her strength
she bids farewell.
Her heart, a piece borrowed and now returned,
departs with you.
She says goodbye.

The Tragedy Behind a Poem.

We did it. We took it out.

Slowly, the oxygen saturation dropped.
Gradually, the alarms sounded.
Insisting. Imploring us to do something.
We turned them off.
Made him comfortable.
But we knew we couldn’t hide the truth.

We were letting him suffocate…

Let Him Speak for Me…

tears

A few words by Shakespeare which speak more truthfully than any piece I could write at the moment… The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Sometime break forth; and they can well declare The heart’s unrest, and how that it doth fare, The pain thereof,…

The Playground.

Some people call this a hospital.
I like to call this a place of my P’s.
A hidden treasure
in a downtown peach orchard
where all my P’s roam.
But don’t panic.
Let’s pause.

This is the place
where physicians palpate,
pain is palliated,
and papillae are poked.

Patients are pacified,
parking is pitiful,
penlights are peddled,
and parolees panto.

But me?
I just call this home.

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