A Mother’s Love
The outside world is cruel and hard; To us the strangers’ doors are barred. But in this stable, small and cold, I’ve seen this miracle unfold. – I gaze upon your peaceful face Radiating heavenly…
Category: Original Poetry
December Morning Message: A Sestina with an Extra Verse
The sheet metal sky is thin and cold overhead. Like propaganda released from planes, endless leaflets of brittle lace Drop slowly down around me. They weave something like silence. I once had a soul that…
Flight of the Angels
They rise up in tornadic flight, Unleashing scarlet firelight. They pour it on the coal-cloaked hills, The bloodless frosts; their lava fills The starved blue gleam of Winter's eye And scalds dawn on the star-cold sky. -…
Cantate Alleluia (Sing Alleluia)
Christus est natus hodie; cantate Alleluia! Ille nos servare venit; cantate Alleluia! Guadete, populi mundi! Vester Rex vobiscum nunc est. Homo similis nobis etiam Deus. Gaudete magna cum voce! Cantate Alleluia! - Christ is born…
For Those Who Know: A Thanksgiving Day Poem
Thanksgiving is continuous For those who know: Does not require fixed day and month And Macy's show. Thanksgiving is an act of will For those with much: Iron strength still comes from bended knees. 'Tis not a…
The Flame of Autumn
The dawn chill of autumn, Causing fog at the mouth when we speak - The pale sliver of sunlight, Turning the spider webs to crystal dream-catchers - The amber hay bales in the fields, Surrounded…
The Only One: A Poem Dedicated to Homeless Veterans
Am I the only one who notices your eyes Cracked open by the war? Young against the pain Spilled out with the grief Dried up in the coming home Dropped to the ground And forgotten…
More than Memory
Is there a day when bruises heal, War's fingerprints cease to reveal A frail survivor left alone, The loneliness that I now feel? - And is this grieving all my own, Locked within my skin…
The Anointing of David: A Villanelle
The scent of oil is rising from my hair; The prophet’s words hurl flames upon my mind. Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear. - Before the prophet’s eyes my soul is bare;…