peace beside still pond
days filled with autumn’s glory
golden leaves remain
This photograph was taken by my friend Kelly Cavitt Dupler. She seems to be my muse.
Tag: poetry
Only Love
I tell you this
with great hope
and trepidation.
we are not meant
to withstand such
excesses in love.
so indulge me in
a more meaningful
conversation.
and we’ll explore
the boundaries set;
enough is enough.
i am unsure if my
heart is capable
of this affection,
and even were it so
surely yours would
crumble with strain.
simple love is best,
you see, with fewer
forms of dereliction,
best to love with one’s
heart only, and neglect
the deeper kind of pain.
Almost Haiku
counting syllables
five, seven, then five again
sometimes those aren’t e-
(nough.)
mathematicians
find pleasure in haiku
where numbers still count.
Einstein, the poet?
relativity in words
theoretically.
Hangover Haiku
head throbs, stomach roils
nausea threatens to rise;
drunken aftermath.
unwelcome symptoms,
consequences of
over indulging.
should know better now
in fifth decade’s last hurrah
I learned too slowly.
Peace, people!
I might’ve had way too much to drink at my high school reunion this weekend.
Check Mate
I think of you often
Considering the brief duration
Of our acquaintance.
Many nights your name
Drifts like a wraith between my
Amen and my dreams.
Some days I smile, thinking
Of words we once spoke,
Witty, yet inconsequential,
Odd bits to linger over
While I pluck weeds from
The courtyard out front.
It’s not like we shared a
Romance, more a
Light-hearted
Melding of minds.
Maybe you were the
Platonic soulmate foretold
By a palm reader
At a small kiosk
In Baltimore’s
Inner harbor.
I don’t miss you as much
As I find places where
Your presence would
Be a blessing.
I hope you
Are well,
friend.
Margins
narrow lined paper,
college-ruled;
perpendicular
red boundaries,
front and back.
only left demanded
observance, right
a mere suggestion,
a hint of moving on.
what use could we
make of tangible
margins, neat
demarcations to
guide our steps?
as points of entry
and departure ever
providing checks
and balances.
Peace, people.
Waiting for Mr. Cable Guy
Ah, Saturday afternoon! Post-golf, pre-dinner. Perfect for waiting on the cable guy or girl as the case may be.
Who schedules a cable installation between 5 and 7 p.m. on a Saturday evening? Apparently Comcast does.
So here Studly Doright and I sit on what is usually our night out waiting on a cable installer. I’ll be taking bets on arrival times. Closest guess wins a poem in his/her honor. Hey, I’ve got nothing better to do!
Peace, people!
Skipping Stone
rock among others
indistinctive attributes,
yet describable.
smooth textured pebble
child’s palm-sized, mottled dull brown
weighted, not heavy.
all in the wrist twist
flat bottom skips across lake
two, three, four, five times.
Fall, Fall, Fall
golden-wrapped autumn
wears a light hooded jacket
when function meets style.
pumpkins by truckloads
‘neath autumn’s bluest skies
poker faced lanterns.
Peace, people!
Control
Think
then do.
Be sure to
mind your
p’s and q’s
Discard any
faith
in yourself,
and
Make sure
all your
needs
are properly
shelved.
What is gained
from
this control?
Surely not
peace within
your soul.
Praying for Eyebrowz 