Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Will He Make Straight?

My bent road, remains rigidly
confused; directionally refused,

like poles of assurance, demagnetized
as my thoughts lean, lured towards the whispers
of ghosting fears; questioning memory's
recesses and haunts, holding holy verses
like a string on my finger, a divorced reminder
marking failed faith; in waiting
The Answer, doubt incubates unbelief...

"That is sin"
say those on the straight,
about this narrow shadowed path

trod by my soul, affecting understanding in passing
time's cairns;

memorials to my life,
lost in trust.

Monday, October 11, 2010


Death comes distantly
in breaths, extinguishing life
through dark draughts inhaled

through smoke screened belief
transparent to eyes, piercing
years of tacit fears.

Friday, October 8, 2010

A Little Engine.

In the early fall
mourning rises, trailing smoke
streams from the kettle,

dissipating warmth
from this stove-top train, boiling
steamed ability

to meet morning air
freshly folded, with secrets
laundered through the night.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Deer Crossing

Caution burnishes leaves, turning
to match the road, signs
beat into submission, standing
tall, but crooked with time's

passive urgency, warning
"deer crossing;"
at season's threshold. Winter
knocks at my door, tentatively answered

with un-gloved hands,
chafed in love;
with experience, cold.

Change, seasons
viewing colors' caution;
cross now, the waiting road...