Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told
Of swimmers dragged into its fold
Incautious choices, foolish-bold
Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled
Of hairpin turns on mountain roads
Huge semis bid farewell to loads
Then likely starts an avalanche
Once boulders fall, they can’t be stanched
When life’s not valued, thrown away
To God we turn and fervent pray
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Categories:
stanched, life, natural disasters, ocean,
Form: Couplet
PARROT PAIR
Parrot pair perching on branch,
thinking deep, also taking rest,
where to build a cosy nest,
both being devoted and stanched.
Parrot couple yearn for nestling.
In mating season coming close.
Natural ! Love with lust arose,
through hidden parental feeling.
Twigs, leaves, hay, feral grass to pick
as building blocks, materials ,
collecting all essentials.
Skilful birds to use curvy beaks.
Natural instinct of all species :
To survive through evolution,
caring, nurturing the young ones.
But birds do care for too short sprees.
Not guaranteed in coming year
will meet or mate same parrot pair.
Mating period: Season spring
is sure to greet lovely offsprings.
Categories:
stanched, appreciation, bird,
Form: Rhyme
I arrived with the face of a ghost, or an apparition
of belief that substance could be contained within a
box of stone...or upon the bark of a tree, a memorial
existing only in the vacuole of one's stanched chest.
The universe is calling us to be ourselves, though
it is not always an easy call to answer, for a quiet
madness can never wear the clothes of a dream;
too many things can go wrong and for most we never
do find our way back.
Still, tomorrow will come dawn with all it's travails
and steady notions of a tongue dividing it's p's and q's,
for the sake of...well...speaking...through a quivering spine
perhaps, all deep tissue tense and anticipating,
And thus we reach over the sun, to touch the
waves that danced at our feet, knowing that this
must be enough for now...as for me, now, in departure,
I am thinking of taking up sailing...of taking my chances
against the tide, where perhaps some far away god
will look down and see no more than a flawless speck,
barely noticeable, dressed as myself against an island of blue.
(March 12 2016)
Categories:
stanched, faith, life, universe, ,
Form: Free verse
It was on a day quite ordinary
that the stream of consciousness
bore gifts of green and white
and frozen silver,
where the old ones walked.
For here a boy
about to turn away
broke off his waking reverie
when something, not quite rising
as a memory,
thrust in upon the scene
and bound its peace.
From out of history it came
to all the tumult,
sacrificing time,
its blood not stanched
but flowing still. He climbs
the stockyard fence to watch
the mewling ghosts
hold sway once more, while
just beyond the hill,
the pines are sheltering
the little owls who never sleep--
their wisdom tractable
and flashing from their eyes.
~
Categories:
stanched, childhood,
Form: Free verse
My cigarette is burning in the ashtray
I'm trying but I can't sleep
There are too many things on my mind
How do you do this to me
Another long drag on that cigarette
But all my nerves do is race
Now I'm searching all my memories
Just looking for your face
The cherry of this cigarette
Burns so bright as your eyes
'Marlboro' printed on that white paper
Reminds me of your well thought out lies
I take another drag that comes so close to the filter
The smoke drifts away like my dreams
This burning ember is stanched out in the ashtray
Like my hopes for you and me
Categories:
stanched, angst, lost love, sad,
Form: Verse