The road forgives Our use and wear, She grips us tight When death we dare. She listens closely To our wail, She bears with patience Our angry stare. When we are lost She helps us find the way, She may be tough But with her we will stay. Though sometimes barely there, And often filled Read More …
Category: Poetry
Poetry: Seasons of Hope
I dream of languid summer rides, With roads that simmer in the sun, And have no end and ne’er a goal, Which only beg my presence – true and whole. Of autumn walks engulfed in hue, A rousing chill which leaves us ruddy too, Soft fibers wrapped around my neck, On endless walks – we Read More …
Poetry: Surrogate Tears
I can’t cry for her, for she is long gone, She can’t comfort or hear me for death’s deed is done. But some careless words, or a note in D minor, Bring me to tears and beg I go find her. Upon the image of her I dare not to look, Upon her fair visage Read More …
Poetry: Cloudy Seas
Above the trees and clouds The mist waves on beneath the blue, Whatever struggle to such heights forgotten, On high, vast peaks reveal what’s good and true. No sounds but vapor crushing into towers, The ebb and flow along the purple valley, The loud call of a fruitful hunt – The joyful song to make Read More …
Poetry: Scent of a Woman
Gliding through valleys, around fields, up and down hills covered with wild flowers, I am engulfed in the scent of nature. When coffee trees bloom, their tangy smell overpowers me; when through strawberry fields I ride, the sweetness of the fruit penetrates to my very first memory of eating it. The salty sulfur of the Read More …
Poetry: Abuelas
The column slowly returns to the earth from which it came. Curves and plump lips, a deep copper hue, Stand in relief of the life and roads traveled. Strength of one side supporting the weakened other. Well-worn and oiled wood helps keep the column from Sinking to its eternal rest. Lenses of knowledge, only shimmer, Read More …
Poetry: Contemplation
On mountain peaks I sit unstirring, My vision more and more is blurring. I’m growing blind to what I’ve thought is true, I’m growing lighter in the draining hue. I only see what I’ve forgotten, I only breathe of air un-rotten’d, What seems like blurring mist is clearing, The falsehood in my heart is searing. Read More …
Poetry: Adrift
I was already there. It seemed as though forever now. The cool wind running up the Seine. The harvest time has come. Along the quai – stalls of bounty. From London I had come afore. There too along the Thames I walked. Jesters and their like, top hats still. The fog only lifted. But time Read More …
Poetry: Malinalco
Where ancient warriors come to cleanse Beneath the stars and trees and sands. In burning caves to show the doors, With vapor’s keys to unlock souls. The songs are ever present here, Of all the lives who’ve come and went. To blow away the dirt and fear They came to mountains by nature’s scent. And Read More …
Poetry: A Captive Hope
What dreams may come of self imprisoned fate, Beyond the window with the sounds of life abounding, Trapped in the glass and mesh of air conditioned comfort. All those beyond in realization of themselves, The birds, of flesh and steel, of horses free and bridled by the hundred. Of humans in their will, their task Read More …