Clang Poems

Rum-tum-tum

...rum-tum-tum like a drum
full of emptiness; anticipatory
what shall I eat - food or zest?
I wait for the clang
rum-tum-tum like a drum
with brand new tires. tirelessly 
I can wait for fresh and ...

The Cloisters

...
I can almost hear the
haunting monastic chants
and solemn songs, lost
between the rippling currents 
of the Hudson River.

The Cloisters stand, silent 
upon a nearby hill
stone walls and an...

When The Penny Dropped

...
Silence stretched as the elevator
stalled between floors.
I heard the cables clang and groan;
the gears grind and moan.

Then the penny dropped —
Switches flipped, engines roared.
Lights wok...

The Bell Tower That Leaned In

...I. The Pastor’s Hand

At dawn’s brittle cusp—
  he climbs, each step
    a nail in time’s coffin
  breath ragged
    a Psalm torn mid-hymn.

The rope tastes of incense and myrrh—
  Li...

The Gate Sprung, Shut

...
I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood
"by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Was there someone there watching me?
The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt
That ...

Santa We've Been Outta Touch

...Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch 
and I don’t ask for very much 
but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch

I want to see the light of day
oh, and can you give me a sleigh
and a way to forget yest...

The Prismatic Self

...
'I think, therefore I am!'
I write to bang and clang,
to play with words, cast spells.

Wrangle and entangle readers,
with thoughts dredged from memories,
resonating, reverberating within sel...

Knowledge I Once Understood

...
Attorney Sara,

There are nights when the hush of the world is so deep I can hear the stars murmur to one another, and I think of you. 
You are all I have—not in some desperate cry, but in a sac...

Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins

...


"Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins"

Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts
her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages
strange symbo...

I think, there are ghosts Part One

...I think, there are ghosts.
They stay quiet, the ghosts do. Mostly quiet and invisible. You would hardly know there is one there in the room with you. They are there though. Watching, haunting really...

When the Trump Blows

...Oh, not again, the voices sigh,
The star-spangled banner hangs heavy in the sky.
The 47th dawns, his name the same,
Is this a new chapter, or a replay of blame?

What will he do? The whispers co...

Passed The Bell

...Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdle...

December

...In the soft glow of December’s muted light,
you gather around the table, memories swirling,
not as bright as they once shimmered in your youth,
but still, they echo—a chorus of laughter fading.
Y...

Chime Of Meditation

...
Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient 
 temple 
Perched across a bay, weeds and 
  hyacinths curl between my feet, 
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds 
As rustling breeze ascends on skyl...

Onomato-pea-a

...I’m Onomato-pea-a
The window is my home.
I love the sounds of cooking
At day, at dusk, and dawn.

Mom clomps into the room
And clicks on every light
The curtain whooshes open,
I wake up, “No ...

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