A Gathering of Poems
1.) Poems Dream
So hard to wake from dreams of heavy sleep,
to write between the urgency of yawn,
not one strong line before I fall upon
an endless call, after I take the leap.
Within the whispers of the wind they hide
each line as if to journey on their own
to face the world as fragments fully grown
and held together with a strap then tied.
From land of books and from files they come
some fragments flailing forward in the air,
some celebrate the fact that we are whole,
a lone star, or a product of a sum.
Each line will hold its weight and remain fair,
each word a step to reach a lifelong goal.
2.) Yesterday’s Iamb
This lamb stitch to hold together seam,
a wardrobe put together by each word,
to hold onto a life that seems absurd
and fill each roll with words from ream to ream.
Sometimes when thoughtless acts nauseate me
I find I need to sit for a short spell,
to dig into the archives from my well
and find an extra few short years to see.
In twilight gathering of poems begins,
my morning with the rising of the sun,
to see a kaleidoscope of color.
These poems full of saintly acts and sins
as remedies of life when I’m undone
to put in rhyme the path of each lover.
3.) Poems Gathering
To want to gather past all judging eyes
these words I’ve written over a lifetime
to remember a movement with this rhyme
or times my decisions brought child like sighs.
With guilty conscience pile my old notebooks
while sitting in my living room chair.
I find a couplet display perfect pair
of lines hidden from many readers looks.
A short but sweet epigram full of wit,
a letter never sent declaring love
to ghosts that haunt my every adult chore.
I never mocked my thought but mastered it
by letting free my will, like morning dove,
the minutes leading towards an open door.
4.) Poem Reflections
After reading my poems to compare
each shining light reflected from your hand
your chosen word the grain in piles of sand
our hearts combine every time we share.
Our age and distance lose all meaning here
with noses lost in notebooks from the past
unable to break free from the spells cast
a world that does not mind if I am near.
Please share with me as I will share with you
this journey through the layers of a life
found rich with veins of silver and of gold.
I promise that the feelings here are true
and maybe answers to our constant strife
are found within these notebooks bindings fold.