I often think to a Christmas long ago
Sitting at the adult table with a runner of gold
Two glasses in and reclined in my chair
Listening to voices that soon wouldn’t be there
The deep hold of etherness seizing me
That some Christmas will be the last Christmas
Tag Archives: Sadness
Poem: Trying
There’s a basement in SoHo
Where she dances alone
Twirling and strung out
In front of a mirror made of stone
Watching the girl there spin
As she spins wondering to herself
Where’s that little girl been
Poem: Songs Never to be Heard Again
Sing me to sleep
A sweet lullaby
About the prince
And the princess
Who never left
Poem: Plight of the Individual
All the coats scarves and mittens
Wrapped around shuddering
Shoulders can’t keep out the cold
Sinking into bones that ache
From simply existing day to day
Poem: History Road
Standing on the banks of a dirt brown river
Looking back at the road already traveled
And contemplating where the next one
Might lead us as I reach out searching
For her hand to take it in mine she pulls
Away and walks to the sandy banks picking
Rocks up trying to skip them on the water
Poem: Girl Playing Music in the Alley
The melancholy chords
Of a lone guitar echo
Down an empty corridor
Strummed by a girl sitting
On an old stoop surrounded
By the garbage of the street
Playing beautiful sadness
Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries
A girl in red stands on hillside
as the wind gently cries
it blows drying her tears
as the wind gently cries
She watches for boats at sea
as the wind gently cries
watching for a single ship
as the wind gently cries
Poem: Breaking the Distance too Impossible
Out here on the edge
Where moon cast shadows
Marks the passage of time
From yesterday to today to tomorrow
In that space my thoughts wander
Where I think of you
I think I can see you
Poem: On Bitter Tides
In darkness silent
The dark lady walks
With weeping willows
As her only guide
Her black hair blowing
She quietly talks
To no one at all
Except he who died
Poem: If Sadness Was
If sadness were a
person would she weep for me
Like I weep for her
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