Sunday, September 18, 2011

Hunchbacked Reflections

Love can destroy
As much as build
Flames of the heart
Are still flames that burn

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

That Zinn Reading

Is the past the same as history?
Knowledge differs from experience
A collective memory
Shared and shaped
Serving a purpose far above
Simple 'membrance
Unknown multitudes lay hidden
Not waiting to be discovered
But permanently languishing in
Shrouded eternity

Monday, September 12, 2011

Where'd You Go?

Apologies for the dearth of new posts....that's a my bad. Will write again shortly.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Last Night of Freedom begins tomorrow. It's weird to think that tomorrow is the day I consider the start of the year. Anyway, never a better time for poetry than a time with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Starring through the rain
Drops on the pavement
Splash, plop
Each drop encasing a memory
Enough fall to the ground
And a small river forms
Thoughts blend together
Many different ideas move along
Forming a single stream of consciousness
You sit down
Peer into individual drops
See reflections of time
Long ago
Suddenly a new spout opens
Same water, different direction
New river flows
Winds in and out of the old
Swallows it up and redirects