beauty still remains

03 September 2013

beauty still remains

 

the pungency of fresh mulch

even stronger with the rain

perfume through open window

beauty still remains

 

autumn peepers on long-play

even traffic seems to soothe

trees let fall the rain they’ve caught

beauty still remains

 

darkness has its own strange charm

shifting focus from what’s seen

I’m learning, no matter what

beauty still remains

speak of love

03 September 2013

speak of love

 

some hearts can speak of love they’ve known, of love

that’s yet to be,

 

some hearts can speak of love that is, of love

that’s still alive

 

some hearts can speak of love almost, of love

that was just dreamed

 

some hearts can’t speak of love at all, of love

that was denied

 

some hearts do all of this and more, for love

is poetry.

clown

03 September 2013

clown

 

I’m tired of the makeup,

this putting on a face,

of dressing up in costume,

this persona I embrace.

 

I’m tired of the acting,

performing for the crowd,

of being in the spotlight,

of making others proud.

 

I’m tired of the Big Top,

of being on display,

sometimes I wish the circus

would simply go away.

illusionist

03 September 2013

illusionist

 

I steal words and claim they are mine

with subtle sleight of hand,

and weave illusions of design

 

as if it was all planned.

We only see the polished act,

we never understand,

 

the alchemy before the fact,

the parts before the whole.

I must confess and break the pact

 

I made once with my soul,

you see the words were never mine,

I simply played my role.