Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

SOUL MAN

SOUL MAN (With apologies to Sam and Dave) News item: Michelle Obama says her husband can “fix America’s broken soul.” Comin’ to ya, in primary polls Hope and change, I got a truckload And when you get it, you got nothing But don’t worry, ‘cause I’m running Refrain: I’m a soul man I’m a soul man I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 18, 2008

MINING GANYMEDE

MINING GANYMEDE It is cold on my private Ganymede, Shadowland of light and dark where I still mine the paradoxes for the gold That I will refine in the smelters of my grief. The soil is rich on my Ganymede; Though only roots of bitterness will grow there I still sow seeds of hope, praying against... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

HOW I GET IDEAS FOR POEMS

HOW I GET IDEAS FOR POEMS In the fulness of their time they come: a dawning that will not await the rising sun, a game that is never played, yet won, a boat you carry across the seas only to have it sink on the land of your expectations. They come as trains approaching in the distance: some will... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 15, 2008

AFTER THE GOETHE PARK FIRE, JULY 23, 1996

AFTER THE GOETHE PARK FIRE, JULY 23, 1996 I want to be there with a shovel, throwing more and more of my delusions on the flames, then giving myself like a dead tree to the fire when the delusions are no more. I want to pass through the fire, knowing it consumes only what was ripe for burning,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

THE DAY FOR THOSE WHO TRIED

There has to be a day for those who tried. There are days for the honoring of fathers and mothers and lovers. There has to be a day for those who made the attempt on these peaks and failed, thrown headlong from the summits by fates they could not conquer. But there will not be such a day unless we... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

MY INFANT GRANDSON IN THE J.C. PENNY’S MEN’S DEPARTMENT

MY INFANT GRANDSON IN THE J.C. PENNY’S MEN’S DEPARTMENT I push him in his stroller to relax him as Daddy shops for a suit. We follow the racks of shirts, turn gently at the underwear, back along the neatly hung slacks, turning again at handkerchiefs and ties, traveling the length of the room, then... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 11, 2008

A BEACH HE WALKS UNSEEING

A BEACH HE WALKS UNSEEING Thirteen-year-old takes break from his violent video games to say he loves the sunset - a love he risks forgetting, a beach he walks unseeing, his thoughts absorbed in the grim blood tide. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

BLUES FOR WILLIE

BLUES FOR WILLIE A commentary on a “husband’s” and “father’s” abdication of responsibility Gonna quit my well-paid job now So I can write and sing my blues Gonna walk right off my job now So I can write and sing my blues Gonna do without my paycheck So I can say I paid my dues Let the wife do all... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 4, 2008

BRIDGE ACROSS THE OCEAN

BRIDGE ACROSS THE OCEAN Inspired by the angular bridges over koi ponds that are used in Zen meditation Your tears have filled an ocean, your pain it is so deep; you can swim in it forever and the shore you’ll never reach But a bridge has been built from this shore to the next; walk upon this bridge... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

SEPTEMBER MORNING IN THE WOODS

SEPTEMBER MORNING IN THE WOODS I want to write the jubilant cries of clouds at dawn, of Earth and I turning our faces to the Sun I want to write the ecstatic thoughts of fish jumping clean out of the water to catch mosquitoes, their experience of that fleeting other-worldliness I want to write the... Sign in to see full entry.

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