Icy Light

The stars are stripped naked
Heathens
Burning on winter’s pyre
Icy light
Reflected
Refracted
Dancing illusions
Scenes from within the prism
Distant heat
Chilled in its closeness

The stars stare
Austere
While generations rise and fall
In a heartbeat
Each life
All its dreams
A cold and distant spark
The shimmer
In a single crystal of ice

Walk on the Wild Side- Lou Reed Tribute

Standing on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Lisa says
“I’m waiting for my man”
And I say “Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side.
Sail the darkened seas.
Your European son is gone,
Bye, bye, bye.”

Shiny, shiny
Shiny boots of leather
And a big straw hat
But what costume shall the poor girl wear?
A femme fatale
Beginning to see the light

What goes on in your mind?
I don’t know
Just where I’m going
But anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn’t turn around and break it
How does it feel
To be loved?

Life’s like
Sanskrit read to a pony
But despite all the amputations
Despite all the computations
What’s good?
Life’s good
And it was all right

This is my tribute to Lou Reed who passed away last Sunday.  This is completely made up of lines from Lou’s songs with the Velvet Underground and a couple of his solo songs.  Sort of a poetry/musical/lyrical collage.
I’m not sure if it really fits with Anna’s Meeting the Bar post on dVerse, but I’ll just throw it out there and let everyone else decide. 🙂

Down in the Hollow

A little Halloween spookiness I originally posted about a year ago. 🙂

Down in the hollow

In the whispering breeze

Dark branches grip and grasp

Their knobby hands naked of leaves

Reaching and scratching

At the white stones below

The silent stones standing

Down in the hollow

 

Their cold, weathered faces

Peer out through the weeds

The brambles grown wild

Where paths no longer lead

Once names where there graven

But wind and rain leave few traces

Of the identities carved on

Their cold, weathered faces

 

No one now knows

Who beneath those stones lie

No flowery tokens are left

No tear in a remembering eye

Down in the hollow

Where the whispering breeze blows

Lie bones that once walked, who

No one now knows

Jack-o-Lantern

All the pumpkin poetry lately has put me in the Halloween mood, so I decided to repost a couple poems I wrote for the holiday last year. This one really pairs up with my last post, “I Am Jack”. Happy All Hallow’s Eve a few weeks early! 🙂

 

In the black, black night

Heavy with memories

Chill wind and rotting leaves

Carry the voices of the dead

Jack grins

Sentinel

With pulpy gums

And geometric eyes

He smiles on the darkness

Sputtering light

An orangey glow

Of fluttering flame

Peers from between Jack’s teeth

As if afraid to come out

This night Jack smiles

Beneath the cloudy moon

Only he and the spirits know

Whether his light

Wards them off

Or guides them

I Am Jack

Nameless
Faceless
No more
No longer sitting
In the cold, rustling Autumn wind
One among the multitude
Of the pumpkin patch

A split-faced grin
And ever glaring eyes
Blade forged features
Anthropomorphic
More human than gourd now
No sweet baked pie
A fire within
This matte orange rind
Pale, pulpy flesh
Flickering to life

From gourd to guard
A sentinel
Of frosty nights and fallen leaves
No longer faceless
Nameless
I am Jack
And my season has come
Jack-O-LanternFor dVerse Poetics pumpkin poetry prompt (try saying that five times fast, lol)

Let Ink Be Spilled!

Paper calls out
Pens beg to be grasped
Create!  Create!
They plead
Let ink be spilled this night!
Pages
A white, virgin expanse
Unexplored land
Lines waiting to be filled
Fill them with diamonds and jewels
Fill them with the basest
Lead and ink
Chart the unknown
Un-blank the page
And map the labyrinth
Of thought

dVerse Open Link Night #115

Seekers

Walking invisible
Seeking
Ever seeking
The one who can see me

Searching for oneness
For laughter and life
For hands that seek to touch
And lips that seek to kiss
For eyes that seek to speak
Words that need not be spoken
Searching for the spark
That flares contentment
Into happiness

Invisibly walking
Someone somewhere
Seeks as I seek
Longing to see
And be seen

 

Good Old Days

The good old days
Simpler times
Innocent
Things, safer
People, more polite
When neighbors were friends
And everyone
Had a hand to lend

A myth
An illusion
There are no “good old days”
Nothing changes
We bemoan the loss
The theft
Of something remembered
Through the rose colored glasses
Of vanished childhood
As our parents did
And their parents before them
Every generation
Mourning a past
Simple and innocent

Those days were not
Simple and innocent
We were
As days and times do not change
We do
And mourn the loss
Of innocent selves

And children still play-
Though not the same as we
Once did-
Blissfully unaware
Of their own innocence
Until the day comes
When they, too, will look backwards
Through the blurry haze of growing up
And rue the loss
Of these
Good old days

Kisses Missed

There were many kisses
So many kisses I missed
While walking blind
Down dead end paths
Following mirages of futures
That never arrived
Passing doors of possibility
Oblivious
Heedless of the sweet lights
Glowing inside
Which hindsight revealed
Far, far too late
Looking backwards with a pang
Of lost opportunity

How many unseen doors
How many pathways lie hidden
Blurred by the present
And the chase of foggy futures
How many more kisses am I adding
Every year
To that list
Of kisses missed?

dVerse Open Link Night Week 109