Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

When I am Overwhelmed by the World

I wake to a morning of dismay,
caught up in the troubles of the day,
ensnared in what I cannot change
and a world that won’t rearrange
into a kinder, gentler place
where I’m just another runner in the human race.

Somehow I’ve learned that being painfully aware
is synonymous with showing that I really care
when I simply get caught up in the hoplessness
and the news of another’s tragic distress
which sucks the strength right out of my bones
and leaves me feeling so alone.

There seems to be a lesson here,
rising out of the worry and fear,
that perhaps there is a Voice I should be listening for,
Creator cares for this world so much more
than I ever can or will
and it is with that Love I seek to be filled.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

The Melancholic

perhaps it is the rain
the gray of the day
the fog across the window panes
the wet that keeps
the hounds at bay

the clap of refrain
where fingers stray
to jog across a tender frame
the fret that weeps
the sounds of a ukulele

the trap of my brain
the notes that play
and slog across my inner disdain
regrets that sleep
in mounds of dismay

perhaps it is the rain
the tune of the day
the dog that sees me with eyes of pain
sets aside the sheep
having found her prey

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

ER

child
why do
you continue
to choose
to be
confined
by these
white
cold
walls?
don’t
you
know
that
the
real
prison
is in
your
mind?
and
that
your
healing
lies
through
the
narrow
scraping
door
of the
painful
past?
yet
you
must
choose
to take
the offered
hand
rise
from your
sterile
bed
and
step out
into
the
light
of a
different
day

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday (On Saturday) Song 69 – NumbSkull

I spend so much time in my head.
Some of my thoughts would be better off dead.
I need to concentrate on love instead.
I think I saw that somewhere in a book I read.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

Captured by my frozen brain,
I can no longer feel the pain
of a world that has gone insane,
washed away by a winter rain.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

The sun came out in my head today.
It chased the hate and fear away.
I saw you hurting, I began to pray
and love came out to play.

Love came out of my heart to play…. The sun melted the hate and fear away…. My numbskull went away…. I can feel, I can feel again, I can feel you again today….

Posted in Musings and Reflections

ER

there is beauty here too
in this place of the sick
where a child screams in pain in triage
kindness laughter compassion
broken humanity rubbing shoulders

perhaps such interactions are what we need to smooth out our rough edges

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Another Scan

in this cubicle again
waiting for the machine
to discover nothing
so tired of the tests
aches and pains
sleepless nights
seems like a crapshoot
trying to find the answer
even with all of this technology
we are still blind leading the blind
waiting
that has been my life
for the dark glass to grow clear
when all i ever see
is a blur
and i am one of the stumbling

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Resilience

insomnia wakes me
barbed words
prick my mind
even here
as if out of the wind
they come from nowhere

i cannot seem to find
the means to deflect them
only to endure

yet there is a shield
that quenches the fiery darts

though i do not
understand
am hurt
and sometimes
wonder why i am attacked
i am not the first
nor am i alone
and this really isn’t
about me

the hurting one hurts
wishing for me
to respond in kind
to validate the misery

here on the veranda
listening to the waves
on a sleepless night
i realize that
the strikes don’t
need to change me

they just mean
i must be doing
something right

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Whether the Weather

whether the weather
i shall not complain
such idle blether
won’t stop the rain
yet i long for the morrow
and less stormy skies
from my bed of sorrow
i shall arise
for the clouds full of tears
have all run dry
now i can gather my fears and we will
go play outside

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

A Ticket To Rise

The smell hit me soon after I got off the Metro.

On the sidewalk in the throng of milling red
I look over to see the dark mass of bags and clothes
curled up against the outer wall of the Verizon Center.

I am here because of a player’s generosity through
connections I was not aware I had.
I wait nervously at Will Call for a half an hour
before my patron finds me and suddenly
I am no longer on the outside.

In the afterglow of victory,
on my blurring return back to my warm home,
my ears stopped with earbud fiction,
I realize that I have forgotten the discarded one
whose life might have been changed
for the price I should have paid
for my free ticket.

November 7, 2011