Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Paradox




“Paradox”
 
Should I exist?
Am I a paradox.
A pair of hands,
With no clock.
 
I am here,
The woman who birthed me is gone.
It is my first birthday,
Since she passed on.
 
Tomorrow she will not call,
The phone will not ring.
Showing her number,
It makes my eyes sting.
 
I would not be here,
Were it not for mom.
And on my day of birth,
I must remember she is gone.
 
Focus on the moments,
The days she was near.
The paradox of someone gone,
But you know was here.
 
d
01-21-2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

me


“me”

Another year passes,
Pushing forty.
No small feat,
But I’m just me.

Invited all,
Co-workers, family and friends.
Eyes play tricks,
A day of birth descends.

They’ve a perception,
They’ve perceived.
A someone, somewhere,
Who believed.

A birthday celebration,
For everyone to see.
And the last person they want to envision.
Is me.

d
01-17-09

or When



“or When”

When lies your peace?
In the message or the Saint?
When is your tranquility?
In the painter or the paint?

An artist renders art,
Mineral turned to paint.
Paint passes to brush, or hand,
Or pen.

You render tranquility,
From tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Or when?

Do you find beauty,
In the mineral, pigment or clay?
Do you find peace,
In yesterday or today?

Do you see beauty?
In the pigment, the paint?
The brush or the pen?
Do you see the art?
The artist?
Or the pen?

d
01-17-10

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I Do Understand


“I Do Understand”

I’ve got the shot glass,
The t-shirt, got the hat.
Gotta say,
Been there done that.

Seen the sun set.
Seen it rise.
Witnessed a brilliance of beauty.
Too powerful for eyes.

Felt the tide,
Rush in then rush out.
Witnessed the force,
Conceiving what it’s about.

I’ve been present,
As an ocean fades to sand.
I’ve seen the price.
I do understand.

I’ve got the shot glass,
The t-shirt, got the hat.
Gotta say,
Been there done that.

d
01-16-2010


 

An Empty Page


“An Empty Page”

An empty page.
Resisting words,
Some force would write.
  Absent of wrong,
  Absent of right.

An empty page.
Absent of author, absent of pen.
No distinction of today or tomorrow,
Even of then.

Only a passing of moments.
Through a clear crystal sphere.
No expectations, no shadows.
Of anything here.

d
01-16-2010

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Happy Birthday Mom

 “Happy Birthday Mom”

It’s your birthday,
I've always called on this day.
So I thought I’d take a minute,
Let you know today was rough,
But I’m doing ok.

It’s been a strange time,
At first there were a lot of tears.
They say it gets easier,
With the passing of years.

Not sure if true,
Not sure if it’s not.
But I’d never want you to think,
That I forgot.

Just wanted to take a minute,
Remember a loved one gone.
Just take a minute,
And say,
Happy Birthday Mom.

d
1-7-2010

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Then



“Then”

I want to lance my heart,
With this pen.
But that would require me to revisit,
Then.

I want to let my blood pour out,
Upon this page.
But then that would reflect,
My age.

I want to impart,
A lesson that can only be learned.
But alas it is a wisdom,
That can only be earned.

d
1-2-2010