When facing a wall of fear and pain, I stand.
Laughing, as hope and calm slip from my hand.
I climb tree branches, easily, swiftly and timely.
Each thread a steady beam that holds me upright.
Up in the canopy, I cheer up, and start to sing,
A hymn of praise that only being there can bring.
I rise higher, holding trunk and bough with delight.
Each fork a foothold lifting up into the light.
I rejoice in the chaos of tangled twigs and leaves,
That encases me with living walls, roofs and eaves.
Their whispered voices rustle solace in the breeze.
Bringing peace and joy, untangling my spent unease.
A careless slip — I lose my grip and start to slide.
But the tree clutches me, with a sudden, saving guide.
It breaks my fall and sets me softly onto the ground,
Its roots bear and steady me — till deep peace is found.
Categories:
falters, angst, anxiety, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Sunlight fading on my excited brows
Her image embedded to the very depths of my soul
The clouds turn dark and cold wind blows,
I quickly drag my feet to the washing bowl
Then I lay in my memories of her beauty to behold
With a smile that could further brighten up a sunny day
Eyes that sparkle like dew in the radiance of the morning sun
A being so pure that keeps all sadness at bay
Fragrance so divine i had no problem in my mind to rerun
Spreading happiness about with which she was rather bold
Dawn came knocking sooner than expected rudely
I cursed and woke up with a sudden but firm resolve
That, i must confess to the lovely lady absolutely
Before my conviction falters and her in memories dissolve
Categories:
falters, allegory, emotions, feelings, first
Form: Sonnet
and light flickers.
When a bed binds bones
to last words
let those words not disgrace you
in a dying time.
Let then your silence be eloquent
as words at last leave to find another poet,
one that can speak of all our endings
with new lines.
Categories:
falters, poetry,
Form: Free verse
and my light flickers.
When a bed binds my bones
to last words
let those words not disgrace me
in that dying time,
let silence
overcome, and words at last leave
to find another poet,
one who still has doubt
and anger enough
to explore and reveal.
In that afterward
I will find more silence to write,
there will be invisible walls
to breakthrough still.
Perhaps words will return
In a language
as transparent as windows.
I look forward
to looking through them,
look forward
to opening those windows.
Categories:
falters, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Better take his wife to lunch
after what he said yesterday.
A slip of the tongue.
But where to take her?
The Chinese buffet?
The Indian buffet?
Maybe the Japanese place.
She likes sushi and tempura.
But when he asks about lunch
she says not a chance.
She has to clean the house.
Cleaning lady comes today.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
falters, marriage,
Form: Blank verse
I wish for an end to come
A welcome I spoke; untrue now
The progress of time, showing me pain
Saved me than, to severe me again
An arid mind, pleading for lines to flow.
Upon entrance, my improbable dream tempted reality
My artistry had granted me a title, of weight
Dragging me down, before a rise begun
A love that fluctuated, had become so dear
Belonging had I found, as a poet in the world.
Almost quit had I, before my words were fully fledged
At the mention of poetry, I had deigned to deny the ink
A fear of being deemed feminine, had taunted my being
My stanzas had become a guilty pleasure, I could not resist
Years transpiring, before guilt became pride.
My heart had been afforded a source of release
I had been gifted a talent, to be honed
Appreciation was not a given, but had grown
A time of need, was announced with hope
Depression I could not part with, but a reprieve I had found.
Weeks into the year, and my footing I had lost
The joyous monotony of writing had found absence
My life had worn to a thread - a noose was seen an escape
Will myself I could not, without another try
A last attempt, reviving an unconscious passion.
Categories:
falters, absence, appreciation, art, life,
Form: I do not know?
The Sun was once
High up in the sky
Looking down on us
Head held up with pride
The moon no more glimmers
The stars impact is not felt
In the big blue realm
The Sun is is prominent
But as the realm changes
The Sun departs
Even if once Mighty
He cannot last
For if you are filled with Pride
And your head is heald way too up high
Even the Mighty cannot survive
In the unknown!
Categories:
falters, moon, poems, pride, sky,
Form: Rhyme