Poetry from the Writer of Light

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

FOR A WEARY TRAVELER

FOR A WEARY TRAVELER The moon shines down as he wanders, aimless as the air, aimless as his heart. Dark as the night is his mood; empty as the endless void above him are his thoughts For faith and love and institutions all fail him; time-honored conventions of work and family fade away, yet remain,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

BROTHER STONE-KING

BROTHER STONE-KING “But Brother Stone-King”, I thought he said (but could not catch his name), as he whispered a mock question into his hearers’ thoughts, calculating it to build tension, fitting it between heavily exhaled shouts punctuated by grammatical exclamation marks as he preached about the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 26, 2008

HAIKU # 67 – MEMORIAL DAY 2008

HAIKU # 67 – MEMORIAL DAY 2008 Aged veterans march, ranks thinned by the only foe they cannot conquer. ©T. Patrick Berry I really and truly do not care what you think of the President, the Armed Forces, or the war in Iraq. Put that aside and go out of your way to thank a veteran for his or her... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

JUST ANOTHER DAY - MEMORIAL DAY, 2002

JUST ANOTHER DAY Memorial Day, 2002 Just another spring day - For barbeques and picnics, sports, travel, mowing the grass, doing the laundry, sales and shopping, taking off work lamenting how busy we’ve become, taking our liberty for granted and, if we happen to think of it, for flying our flag, for... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

FOUR POEMS FROM A TRIP TO WASHINGTON, D.C., SEPTEMBER 1994

FOUR POEMS FROM A TRIP TO WASHINGTON, D.C., SEPTEMBER 1994 I. Loud Radio Alarm Radio-owl plunges out of silent blackness and slams its talons into my sleep. I thrash like prey, yelling, then am still, and the day consumes me. II. Reflections at the Reflecting Pool “The President is Going Out of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

MERTON’S DOOR

MERTON’S DOOR Somewhere in his reams, Merton wrote of the door through which the fire goes out. What lies on the other side? Perhaps the wind will take me there to see after it has been milled; Maybe I will find out when I ride the water as it rolls along on its wheels. But no, Merton’s door is not... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 16, 2008

MIDNIGHT WAFFLES

MIDNIGHT WAFFLES Midnight. The fans are all on, blowing out the smoke from the late dinner whose charred remains are now interred in the trash can outside, while the air fresheners fight a losing battle against the stench. For simplicity’s sake, finding batter made, I decide on waffles for a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

WORDS FROM NOWHERE

WORDS FROM NOWHERE They come quietly. In silence I wait, stalking them like quarry as they come wafting like specters from caves in the nowhere mountains, emerging like notes from an unplayable instrument made for playing songs audible only in the soul. Approach them too quickly, with any sound, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

IN THE WOOD OF FALLING TREES

IN THE WOOD OF FALLING TREES You carry within you a dream, a happiness – no, a concept of happiness. If only you had this, you say, all will be bliss. That happiness is a house, a dwelling perfect for you – in a land so far away you can only dream of visiting it. You envision it surrounded by trees... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

HAIKU #66

HAIKU #66 Heavy springtime winds strip the blossoms from the trees drifting petal snow ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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