Best Gazing Poems
Drawn by subtle intuition
I follow a winding path
into the heart of the woods,
emerging in an open glade
where feeble sunlight falls
upon a moss covered wall.
Isomorphic intimacy holds
me in a trance; latching
the present to the past, as
nostalgia flirts with mixed
emotions. Resting my hand
on the stone slabs I caress
the rough texture with affinity
sensing the agony of collapsed
aspirations, decayed dreams,
and the utter helplessness
of the irreversible.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Reflections on the Important Things” Nov 2023 (print)
"Wall in the Woods" contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Placed 3rd
© 11th October 2020
A bazillion stars twinkle in the night
sky; pinpoints on black velvet, perfect
jewels created by the universe
for us to gaze upon in wonderment.
Mysterious are venerable trees.
The ancient massive trees one sometimes sees
deep in the woods exist in seeming ease
through endless cycles - spring to winter’s freeze.
In great tranquility stand such as these.
What changes have they seen through centuries?
What secrets have been whispered in each breeze?
Pondering, I gaze at sylvan beauties.
How distant
stars sizzle, streaking
in your eyes
Time to take my patch off, I’ve been somewhat wobbly
Everything beautiful, everything bright,
So much clearer in black and white,
No double vision this time, I promise you honestly,
During my op visited our galaxy, am addicted to astrology
A crazy world has lost it’s solitude;
the comfort in a crowd is where it’s great,
and all those childhood values once pursued,
appear to have succumbed to modern trait.
Befriend a dog, and you have won a mate,
they’ll comfort you through life, and you through there’s,
and for you the crowds of comfort have to wait,
as you cement a bond that no one shares.
But the ravages of time, and death almost due,
no turning back the clock, or magic hand
can unite us in a world that we both knew;
now it’s river walks alone along the sand.
What I should see is water flowing by,
but it’s images of Tom, that catch my eye.
Star Gazing
As the darkness falls across the sky,
Stars start to shimmer very brightly.
Your eyes reflect them clearly,
Hiding your grief and pain.
At the ocean shore, you gaze the stars,
Reminding you about your dreams.
Awakening about your reality,
Wishing it was just a dream.
The universe
In my navel
Where it all began
From the mother of all mothers
tongue tied
to a tree
naked
No wool to pull over these eyes
They're up here by the way
Pondering the microcosm of a belly button
The flora and the fauna
Crazy when you think that
By the sum of our parts
We are outnumbered ten to one and
Eve didn't even have a belly button
How do ya' like them apples?
11/8/2017
A sentinel
Celestial pearl
Hung in silence
Over the velvet
Of a midnight sky
A solitaire
Free spirit
Lunar splendor
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
I'm mesmerized by star gazing
dreams drifting through the heavens
a traveler through time and space
imagining days of fire and ice
dreams drifting through the heavens
on a summer evening with soft repose
imagining days of fire and ice
the magic of their untold stories
on a summer's evening of soft repose
a traveler through time and space
the magic of their untold stories
I'm mesmerized with star gazing…
Gazing Windward
on a summer’s evening
Loch David Crane
1981
Whose waves these are, I think I know:
his home is in the sea below.
He will not see me stopping here
to watch the whitecaps come and go.
Enlisted sailors think me weird
-- civilian with no duty near—
they stop to wonder, one or two,
if they can help me out of here.
Up from the depths comes royal blue,
which lightens into turquoise too;
the aerating bubbles rise
dissolved to see the cycle through.
Dark and deep beneath the skies
the pulses in the ocean rise.
So lonely, not a seagull cries;
so lonely. Not a seagull cries.
TOYSHOP WINDOW GAZING
A wooden castle with windows and a drawbridge wide
Which could hold a regiment of toy soldiers inside
And a turret with a big red dome -
No point in even asking to take it home
Then, each time we passed the toy shop
I just had to slow and stop
And muse and wish achingly without relief -
But it was never going to be my boyhood fief.
Now, my kids don’t stop there to muse
But chisel, saw, and screws I use -
The toyshop now is closed for trade
Instead I’ve cut and glued and made
That wooden castle for them
And doll-house, puppets,cars, and farm
And sailing boats and planes and things
Like tree house, stilts, and garden swings.
Absence of a small toy leaves heart unfulfilled
And makes big boy hands much more skilled.
into the night
gazing at her picture
in my dreams
The irises are so purple bright
glistening and gazing in the night
starry back drop out of sight
Picture perfect as the full moon
past the horizon of gloom and doom
from days that bloom in late June
By Susan Mills
Vast, endless sky
Reaching beyond imagination.
Small sparkles of light
And swirls of dark colors
Within the blackness.
From here everything looks small,
But in reality it is we that lack size.
Much is known, even more unknown.
It captivates our curiosity.
The muse to poets, artists
And science fiction writers.
The inspiration for scientists.
It reminds us of our insignificance,
Yet drives us to be more.
Will we ever know its mysteries?
I hope not…