(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
