POETRY SANS MUSE
HOPING AND PRAYING THAT
YOUR FATHERS DAY
WAS BETTER
THAN MINE
Having a short wait for my ship to dock. Spending Fathers day all
alone. I consider myself to be a very poor choice for a friend.
Satisfied that my own conduct and poor choices have delivered me to
this most dismal place to which I have arrived. Those friends that
call on me in need for favors have gone beyond the pale to disqualify
themselves for the title of friend. Only friends in need are in deed
until they have extracted from you the meeting of their need.
I am so happy that my medication that made me feel like sleep was my
only option let me find in my bed a new vista and urge to journal.
Then I discover a poem on a page torn from my loose leaf where I put
a poem that I can not Recall the circumstance or the time of birth. I
will have to ask a witness who was there at the new arrival to try
and bring the time and date back to mind.
Now that I read this simple opus I am
thrilled to know that His timing is always
perfect and opens the locks that hold
back the mighty waters of expression.
THE HEIGHTS OF MYSTERIES
As we dare to part those thick dark
clouds that looming here deny us All
Those sights and sounds that we in deep
dispair ensnare in deep foreboding
We agree to linger there in pause we
dare deny the many tears
That Now Do Dare to linger in the
shadows of our deep despair
what is this anguish and neglect that
clouds all that we so long
To See and Keep our ears in silence and
in desperate lost
There is so much we want to see and
hear, hold near, 1
Fondle and in Sweetness tenderly
embrace.
Yet all this that we dare to Dream does
sadly there remain Beyond
The smoke and Shadows Looming beyond
all sights and sound