Old Poetry

A few days ago I was going through a box of papers hidden deep in the closet. I found a few poems I had scribbled several years back. I went to a poetry reading last night and hence have been inspired to share.

The Affair

The spark ignites;
. . .it heats;
. . .it whispers.

The flame flickers;
. . .it dances;
. . .it prances.

The fire burns;
. . .it blazes;
. . .it consumes.

The spark succumbs;
. . .it is ash;
. . .it is done.

circa 2000

The Path

Time and distance;
resistance to persistence;
Letting go would prove consistence.

Holding on means losing pride;
no longer hiding foolish fears. . .
only fighting to save the years. . .
Fighting back all the tears.

Waiting for the dreams of yesteryear;
Evidence of the 'truthful' lies;
What might have been. . .
What should have been. . .
Consistence.
Time and distance.

February, 1993

Meet The Maker

Remember the days that looked so easy?
The nights that flew by?
The hours that resulted in confidence. . .
The minutes that built a life?

Hear the clock that ticks the seconds;
Watch the hand that counts down the image. . .
Feel the weight that shatters the soul. . .
See the mind that made the choices.

Remember the heart that held the days. . .
. . .danced the night. . .
. . .used the hours. . .
. . .counted the minutes. . .
. . .bought the clock. . .
. . .set the hand. . .
. . .strapped the weight. . .
. . .FOCUSED THIS MIND.

December, 1990