A little writing with a lot of heart

Here are a few poems I have been toying with lately.

For Orr

In the compost heap that is my life
I can see the orange books
Vivid in the dirty darkness
Making sense of the Void --
Blue lined, word filled pages
Cauterize the chaos
Around me.
Stacked 30 deep
They glare with blackened gold
Letters embossed upon their breasts
Sitting near the typewriter
I am crowned atop the carnage
I am reclining atop the prose.


Seasons

Autumnal leaves arrive ere the season
Summer winds have turned coldest, like black death.
But cometh on Fall weather, come treason
Amidst falling leaves, around me hard pressed.
To grasses green, to the skies brightest blue
Autumn golds and reds here soon to follow
Turn from lively colors to death’s dark hue
Soon comes the Winter bird, gone the swallow.

But with white masks of winter’s ‘ternal sleep
Come slush from snowings, and most icy rain
Within three months hear the new robin’s peep
And thaw the rivers, snows begin to drain.

Though Autumn leaves lead to snow and rain
Prepare the way for Spring to come again.

Desert Wonder

Spherical expanse of sky
Gone cobalt, liquefied
Dark sapphire inlaid
With glimmering diamonds—
Twilight
Flashes momentary
Over dark mountains
Silhouettes
Gray-white fluffs
A barrier of protection
Thin and strong
Against the storm.
Airplane lights
Down below—
Reflected in the skies
Off dark waters.