Favorites Poetry

Open plans

Sanity, that necessity that feels like a lie,

Its neat suit and tie all pressed and crisp

Like some plaster wall in a new kitchen.

It’s no good…! I like open plans,

And this solidity stifles and muffles me.

Obliterate the barrier, and take life back

From cold schedule and confused focus.

But now that the concrete disintegrates,

The abstract has no form to inhabit and dies with it.

Spirit sinks restlessly and without solace

And even if the truth stands before me, it can no longer be grasped.

Favorites Poetry

Infamous Pair

Fear and despair,

What an infamous pair;

They seem to go along splendidly.

However often we learn it’s no good way to think,

Tending to yearn or inclining to shrink,

There’s no end in sight to sorrow or fright –

They just keep on going, try as we might.

And yet, there’s some awful tenderness there,

In the world of terror, the land of despair;

To be embraced readily and by the hand led

To a place where it feels no other feet tread.

The haziness welcome, the mourning, relief

From a place sharply clear, impatient with grief.

Wake me if this happens to all be a dream:

This enticing warmth and care of a scheme.

This miry pit (strangely) doesn’t feel cold at all –

My comfort, made catalyst to its rightful downfall.