Poetry – Page 2 – Muttering Retreats

Aspirations

I breathe in to start to speak the wordsthat will illustrate all the depthand all the reach of what I feel and seeand hope and wishof where we’ve been and where we are going And then I freezebreath heldeyes blurredwords locked Because I am breathing inall your hope and all your feelingsand your wishes AndContinue reading “Aspirations”

Intercuts

Another moment of recovery Teaches me the pain of the inaccurate guess Another moment of finding a way forward Teaches me that the only choice is to ride the now Another moment of looking in the mirror Teaches me that I go on, even when you are not here Sometimes I am so tired ofContinue reading “Intercuts”

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”