Category: Poetry

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ChalkerLife

Eyes wet with desperation,

I search for solace;

community.

Legs leaden from loneliness,

I despair of company;

community.

Hands trembling with weight,

I can not but share;

community.

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Life

A question that breaths and blows

like a flickering candle among starlit snows.

A mystery and marvel that raves and rants

as thinkers ponder and academics chant.

A ripple that swims and seeks ever wider

larger, larger, it wrinkles brighter.

A simple smile seen in eyes spread wide

of a child who trusts in arms held tight.

These images quest and soar in flight

as my mind awakes in the morning light.

Eager Beaver

College, friends, aspirations, and dreams

litter the horizon of my inner landscape.

Yes, I am nervous

I’m plunging

my lone identity into a swirling

sea of striving souls.

How will I emerge?

Ideas, concepts, philosophies, and dates

threaten to crush my shimmering innocence.

I think I’m ready. Continue reading →

Smile

A grey thought skips

across a bridge

sending tremors screenward.

Drooping eyebrows chase

two dimples down

spotlighting the little grey.

In response, a yellow image

leaps the space

yearning towards expression.

Sending muscles twitching

across the lips

signaling a smile born.

Dreaming

I dream of silent days and

I dream of peacful nights.

I dream of rambling rivers and

I dream of eagles flight.

I dream of desert days and

I dream of drier nights.

I dream of peaceful memories and

I dream of no more fright.

I dream of love that's lasting and

I dream of love that's sweet.

I dream of hearing laughter and

I dream of dreamless sleep.

Garden Safe

Sitting on a bench, hard stone

I stare through bars, iron cold.

I gaze at life, a vista green

and dare to hope, yes maybe dream.

Grazing in my garden, soft and safe

I watch with silent tears and wait.

These walls of safety, I can't escape

I fear to trust and risk the bait.

A reflection of an image past

a boy who thought true love would last. Continue reading →

As I Give This Rose

Stepping out the back door, I drift

through fields of grey and day.

Watching the wind with searching

eyes a secret soul takes shape.

Blushing, scared, and silent shy,

a boisterous boy reaches rows of raging

red. A sea of roses, and petals of blood.

Thickets of thorns protecting crowns of love. Continue reading →

Dim Lights

Amidst the aromas of excitement,

mingled with musical chords, coffee

and foam, smiles and laughter,

I saw the shape of a bleeding soul.

Naked and infected, I saw it in her eyes.

Right through the dim lights and playful

Christian banter,

I heard her scream.

It’s silence was deafening. Continue reading →

Vessel

A jug, a barrel, a can,

a goblet, a pitcher, or vase,

no matter the shape, size,

decoration, or purpose,

I am a vessel,

and so are you.

You hold, you store

you pour, you splash.

You are used, and so am I.

A vessel of intricate design. Continue reading →