Poetry – Page 2 – Muttering Retreats

The Writing Desk

Standing at the fork of yet another Road diverged and yellow wood Knowing now That I’m fading with age (As all things do) That it isn’t so much what is chosenAs much as adherence to the choiceAnd coherence of the story That “Where do you want to go today?”Is the only answerable question And thatContinue reading “The Writing Desk”

Seafaring

Watching the shoreline Grow smaller and smaller Then the bottom bumps Against a boulder Under the dark water Which you choose to ignore Or hate Or anticipate Or wish away with the wave of a hand And I wonder if it has torn a hole And I wonder if I am sinking Then the wayContinue reading “Seafaring”

New Orleans Swan Song

So much memory Admist the forgetting Not what I expected Better than Weirder than Wilder than A new way to travel And an old way to forget More than can fit into my head Gets stuck in my gut Gets buried then unearths Then buried again Something there A trickle A thin stream But IContinue reading “New Orleans Swan Song”