“Light pervades us. It wants to embrace us. Gloom is its barricade.”
- Quote_by poet
In the hope of this light I walk,
I'm not held by the night of yesterday,
Neither am I saddled by the tempest of my mind,
I'm sheltered from the gloom that portraits the day.
I'll go through the door that this light reveals,
I'll sojourn on the path that it illuminates,
Hope wells within me,
Courage flows from my chamber.
Nature’s light filters through my gloom,
Mirth pervades my room,
I look into the mirror with open eyes,
Faith wrestles fear.
Away from the darkness of yesterday,
Into the light of today,
I can see through the veil,
I'm not edged in by shadows.
November 19, 2023.
Categories:
filtering, light, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse
This reality is not one dream world
but a collaboration of all our choices.
Multi-layered it is,
but it is not as infinity plural
as the actual spiritual cosmos.
A dog walks into a bar
one full of hard drinking squirrels
It's a Sports Bar
kangaroos are playing baseball.
This is nothing but the truth
filtered through a billion individual perceptions.
Eventually it gets sieved through a common
and collective view.
Now excuse me,
I must see a man about a dog,
I have heard a squirrel has chased it
into an alternative universe.
Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.
I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.
A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.
It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more, or had been less than I am.
Tomorrow is doggy paddling,
eventually the current will bring it ashore;
eventually the night will steal us all away.
Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.
I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.
A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.
It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more, or had been less than I am.
Tomorrow is doggy paddling,
eventually the current will bring it ashore;
eventually the night will steal us all away.
Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The beautiful
monarch butterfly
reminds me of a stained glass
depiction of Jesus
high above me
on a cathedral wall
made blurry by the height
and my imagination.
Categories:
filtering, imagination,
Form: Free verse
I
am
starting
to think that
about half of the
populus SHOULD be
urged to run with scissors
Categories:
filtering, hyperbole,
Form: Shape
The drudgery of chores keeps me busy,
unable to unwind even just for a day;
It’s usually a whirlwind of obligation,
to stay home and do household chores.
With my parents and grannies long gone,
I’m left to organize my schedule this time,
it’s a question of priority that ought to be done;
at least once a week or to do it twice a week.
Fate moves me quick into this kind of work,
but with a sight to filter other tasks at hand;
I see the spark of endless chores at my side
cleaning or washing done at the same time.
Of course, there’s a moment for relaxation,
right after the run-of-the-mill endeavor
which steps through the doors to leave,
and take a breather as part of my recreation..
Perhaps the so-called ‘adega’ may work
to share with some friends during meals;
It’s something that I’ve never done before
to taste the variety of wine served on the table.
I need to filter some remnants of temptation;
these are sometimes irresistible to deny
but like those who’re inclined to drink wine,
it’s no problem but just take it one at a time.
Categories:
filtering, hope, me,
Form: Narrative