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Jim Culhane Poem
Little of one is directly ourself shown
True reflection not oft on display
A murk through which we see not each other
Indiscernible behind curtains of grey
To reach for another without mirrored emotion
Is apt to cause misunderstood pain
For life is meant to be clearly apparent
Images returned have meaningful say
In searching through fields of tinted reflection
Hoping to find truth and devotion
Chance did I upon honest return
Amid scores of shadow-mirrored emotion
This image a likeness unto itself
Crystal in opulent ray
Upon this mirror forever I gaze
Images returned have meaningful say
A mirror return full of hope and promise
Such is life's sole position
To cast such view returned upon the world
Would fill my heart with pride-filled mission
Such image is cast into my life
Given by one with joyous display
Content to withdraw her shading and cloak
Images returned have meaningful say
With such image brightening my soul
Reflecting directly open upon my heart
Caught in its trance - hypnotic of style
My barriers of defense soon fall apart
Thus, into this view I cast my life
Knowing inside their must surely be way
To join this image in its totality of grace
Images returned have meaningful say
If clear reflection I too might cast
Between might bid we free forever sorrow
Returning truth of purpose to each
Guiding the other into tomorrow
A life of two - mirrored halves
One and each the other's incident ray
Happiness found between clarity of love
Images returned have meaningful say
"The Poet Who Lies Within"
Copyright © Jim Culhane | Year Posted 2007
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Jim Culhane Poem
While looking together to far distant mountains
Reaching high into clear evening air
Seeming to speak much wiser than years
He asks, "Daddy can you take me there?"
Another day, spotting a train clattering by
Silently watching its lumbering fare
Counting to himself, the first of its cars
Then asking if I could please take him there
Often it is utterances similar to these
From a mind of striving, unquenchable thirst
Airplanes and water towers and ships traversing seas
Seemingly, always something new to unearth
Ever pleading, but always proudly
For understanding just beyond grasp
Becoming a little boy before my eyes
Long since removed are his nursery wraps
The longing to experience newfound wonder
Pushes his footsteps in front of his path
Behind I follow in childish anticipation
Cherishing memories and building tomorrow's past
I learn more about life in each he discovers
God ever clearer with this learning anew
All these years I've walked my own way
Now I realize our days together too few
His journey is only recently beginning
And my past experiences to him are just that
So we'll walk his path together in peace
Counting and reading and jumping our craft
And as monuments and majesty come before us
I'll be guiding the way of my eager young care
I knowingly await what soon he'll be asking
"Daddy, can you take me there?"
"The Poet Who Lies Within"
Copyright © Jim Culhane | Year Posted 2007
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Jim Culhane Poem
The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront its shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from our tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the Typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the Monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
While we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
Leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me
"The Poet Who Lies Within"
Copyright © Jim Culhane | Year Posted 2007
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Jim Culhane Poem
Residing deep within
Ever yearning to be free
Lies the Poet banished
For troubles other than he
Caught behind bars
Of fate and shame
It is not he
Who is too blame
Yet from these confines
He can longingly see
The intention this world
Holds out for he
As clearly can be shown
From the Lord above
The grandeur it is
For this Poet to Love
With elegance and grace
Unsurpassed in this world
And a need for his verse
Yet never unfurled
He’s long fought
To cry out for this life
But waits restrained
By ravages rife
The time long past
For his eloquence shown
The Poet must finally
Determine his own
Cast aside the façade
He erected before
Embracing the wonder
Beyond this false door
And in so doing
Confront his past
To live the love
Forever at last
Copyright © Jim Culhane | Year Posted 2007
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