Collected Poems III

don't draw the blind

Me and the Words

To Remember

Fire and the Light

The Stranger

The Relic

Morning, Maybe

Be Still Now

Just in Time

No One Could See

Lost at Sea

One Last Bright Day

Can’t Come In

Low Fallen Sky

A Restless Dark

The Silence


Tossed Away

Crumpled between two hands,
How crisply did I fold –
A paper heart so fragile,
Worn thin and weak and old;
I felt my world collapsing,
Twisting down upon itself,
Compounded by compliance
With every blow I felt.

One last satisfying squeeze
Sent this tiny, brittle ball
Flying toward the trash can,
But instead bounced off the wall;
In a deep, dark corner
I finally came to rest,
To lay in quiet solitude,
Unwelcome memory of a mess.

My edges slowly uncurled
And filled up full with dust;
Forgotten and abandoned,
But I didn’t make a fuss;
I learned to love the silence,

Finding comfort on my own,
Making peace with demons,
Learning to be alone.

Something still remains inside,
A great mystery to find –
Something raw half-remembered,
A thing pure and unrefined;
So I wait here in the darkness,
And when the time is right,
Worthy hands will find and unfold me,
Bringing all my gifts to light.


See-Saw

Up and down,
With a center
Rooted firmly
In the ground,
You and I rise
And fall;
Coming together
All over again.

I am weary
Of this ride,
Fighting against
A turning tide;
You seem content
To carry on
Slipping, sliding
Into forever.

So I say; still
I must, one day,
Plant my feet,
Refuse to play,
Let you fall;
Only then
Can I rise up,
And walk away.


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