into the sea

November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

it’s a pull that feels like the tide

rushing backward into the sea, so quickly

that the seashell you reached for was overcome

by its grip and pulled with the foam

the sand and the brush, slipping

from your fingers backwards

into the sea

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Uncommon Sense

February 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

What is it that holds you
back, from reaching
the always-sought after
ever bewitching
slipping through fingers
personal Utopia
place, where
you’re meant to be?

If it was doubt, you would not
have ever dreamed of this
place, to begin with

If it was fear, you may not
have even made it to this
point, a remarkable feat of courage

If it was ignorance, you could not
have seen this place so clearly
detailed and superb
resting at a peak

If not these, then what?

The most dangerous barricade we face
may just be none other than
practicality.

If Only

February 11, 2014 § 4 Comments

If only I could write poems all day
fill my life with shaping words like clay
I would stare through windows concocting rhyme
If I could only write poems until the end of my time

If only I could paint murals from Finland to Spain
spreading my paintbrush across imperfect terrain
I would cover the ground, the hills, and the sky
If I could only paint murals for the wandering eye

If only I could bask in the sun without end
never shadowed by coolness, nor see darkness ascend
I would swing from the sun beams and swallow the light
If only the world was forever resplendent and bright

If only, if only, the wishers do say
forgetting to love the wondrous day
and if wishes and dreams are within a life’s scope
then cast doubt aside and embrace faithful hope

Caveat to a Wish

February 3, 2014 § 2 Comments

I wish I could fly as fast as a bird
I wish I could fly at all
to open my arms and inhale the air
float above that magnificent wall

that keeps us low, attached to the earth
feet firmly stuck on the ground
I wish I could see the view from above
watch peaceful airless formations abound

if ever there was a thought among dreamers
one universally spoken in poem
it’d be that we wish to soar freely above
but then eventually, we’d like to go home

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