Archive for ‘John.S’

December 8, 2018

Echoing

by John S

I’ve got no poem today, but it must be okay.
I’ve thought about monkeys, how walruses play,

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December 1, 2018

Seasonal

by John S

The leaves lay spread amidst a coverlet of snow-
one a bit early, the other late in season

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November 17, 2018

Earnest

by John S

Having arrived, definitively,

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November 3, 2018

The issue

by John S

The paper product, emergent from the box-
standing at attention, waiting on the swap,

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October 27, 2018

Wood matters

by John S

Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.

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September 8, 2018

Listen

by John S

I’ve spent the week listening to songs
and paying tribute to old movie stars.
Ol’ Gator and the Crewe are gone,
the coffee pot is growling on.

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September 3, 2018

Break

by John S

Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.

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July 28, 2018

arise and sing

by John S

Of leaves,
liven up their dance
a rustling disturbance.

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July 24, 2018

Lumbolesh

by John S

Seeking the sun and feeling the sky,
the bumbledy centipede swerves and winds by –

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July 8, 2018

Symmetry

by John S

I spent the day pruning a tree,
its branches wild, a sprawling siege

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July 1, 2018

Formula

by John S

Life gets ahold and it herds, when all told
the work of the poem is always tenfold.

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June 9, 2018

Maybe

by John S

There is a secret around the corner
that the roses will be red instead of pink;

the sunset and sunrise will both illuminate
the dark moments – far more eloquently than any word.

There are remnants of language,
The laughter of loved ones and strangers
are beauty in a spattered world –
and strung-together notes of the discordant are melodious when unfurled.

There is a depth in every eyeful gathered from a window
and a coolness in the soil grasped by each hand.

You feel the heat that summer’s afternoon conceives,
and I hear the whiskers of October’s morning in the leaves.

There are shadows that crawl in the day
and charming smiles that ornament a night.

And this is truth’s impassioned plea to our humanity,
and affirms the secrets we sometimes cannot see –
perhaps, life is our communal way to share
and maybe, each one of us is rare.
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The events of this past week have weighed heavily on me – the loss of two very successful, highly creative individuals to suicide, and the realization that this type of hopelessness impacts far more people than we know/understand. There is such beauty and importance in life, and each one of every one of us has a rare gift to share with others. Remember this.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.

May 28, 2018

Triple threat

by John S

Three of them, wandering off at the barbecue:
Jonathan, Allison, Rebecca Williston
didn’t remain for the hot dogs and chili sauce
wanderlust leveled a lure at this crew.

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May 20, 2018

Spoken

by John S

My words disappeared under the moonlight,
The sounds of dissipation fading fast
to quiet in a cavernous depiction,
a blank homage to the universal past.

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May 13, 2018

Lament (a Cento)

by John S

Our one forever,

when it stole through the red gates of sunset
left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass
is yet vibrant with the cadence of the song you might have been.

No longer mired in waiting to begin.

They tell us the night means nothing,
and the candles their light the light.

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May 5, 2018

Tide

by John S

Coming now, in a swath of yellow,
this rising tide of dandelions.

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April 22, 2018

Caves

by John S

I never said much, but always wished more.

I often walked far, yet attended to less –

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April 14, 2018

Analog

by John S

It’s at times like this,
when morning slides across in its straw-yellow light –
that I am slow enticed to rise
and invite the day into my life.

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April 8, 2018

Cobblestones

by John S

We played as we hopped on a path made of cobblestones,
working to miss tripping up on the wobbly ones-
teetering remnants of geological dawn.

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March 25, 2018

Dyad

by John S

It’s careful planning
in open seasons,
speeding on the highway-
none are most enchanting
than sultry evenings.

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March 17, 2018

Interval: A Cento

by John S

I was asking myself:
will I be like this? How will I manage?

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March 10, 2018

Layering

by John S

First, lay down a crumble of moments in a dish,
childhood memories and first visions evoked –
if you have them – mix them with a butter
sauce of retention.

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February 25, 2018

heaven

by John S

Someday, I’ll walk in the valley
and see the high hills that surround me

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February 11, 2018

Soundly

by John S

An artless man dreams no dream,
writes no poem, cannot scheme.

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February 4, 2018

Veritas

by John S

This poem was born of a phrase,
its stem and budding promise

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January 28, 2018

Walkways

by John S

The hollow sound of steps on concrete
as I move through quiet halls,
walking with a mood of purpose,
striding forward without pall.

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January 20, 2018

In wandering and being inspired

by John S

I jump over waves in the wind, now thinned-
causing a splash on descent, and the water imbues.

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January 1, 2018

Scale

by John S

I step to the side of a ladder
and look up the beams to ascend –

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