Browsing: poetry
the resonance of the mood lay quietly around me the vibration a steady hum in the background of my mind fear a subtle force at work in the chambers of my heart leaves me anxious and waiting for the answers i would find — 12/23/09 – 23
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company — 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
life is like a sinus rhythm its ups and downs beat in, beat out the problem is the frequency too fast, too slow we complain, we exult but what we really want is proper length and amplitude — 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
frayed seams and splotchy grass. bits and pieces left undone glossed over with memories like sandcastle constructs the story of our life told to self for self’s sake. — 12/21/09 – 20 #favorite
voices swelling together dwelling emotion singing with devotion bringing the chorus ringing their praises giving for what was done that Christmas day forever changed the way we pray –12/20/09 – 19
we went to that place you like and you ordered your favorite. i had my usual, and you made fun because im so predictable. — Tamara’s Poem – 12/19/09 – 18
what is the heartbeat of life, the intangible lifeblood of man? what forces incite his waiting spirit or causes its ardor to wane? who moves the noble mortal in the courses of his destiny? and with Atlas’ strength anchors in diluvian depths his loyalty? why does man pulse with fire…
by our confession / his indwelling made perfect / our hearts for love — loosely from 1 John 4:15-19
you were my rest and i ached to rest weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath. i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers, calico, and my fondest dreams. we were so close to perfect, but now you’re gone, and i find myself missing you — 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
i am full of competing desires. hopes, dreams, and knowledge of past failures, they echo in the chambers of my mind ponderous, pondering, weighing, wondering. — 12/12/09 – 9
feel the aural shapes, soft and feathery light, sometimes sharp or hard like steel granite forms expressed on your tongue tasted like things grown from the earth. felt on your skin and in your spine, goosebumps and a flood of tears or a sudden intake of breath. — 12/11/09 -…
fatigue wraps itself around you like a thick blanket, heavy on your shoulders its muffled voice whispers sleep is your friend. — 12/10/09 – 7
blow wind, howl in the morning light race down and through and round the bare and broken city streets. cold and furious, frigid and wry, you wrap your fingers fast round staccato steps and quickened heartbeats — 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
my son, my son i know the road you take the fragile path, the long sojourn the weary ache and pang of loneliness the despair you sometimes feel when you sink beneath waves of fear and emptiness my son, my son i know — 2/23/2012 — 190 taken loosely from…