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Reading Room 2
Poetry Selections
Train (click and see animated graphic)
The wind blew in
through my window
and into my dreams,
rippling
into sleepy thoughts
like ocean waves
upon the shores of my mind,
easing
me awake
with it's gentle, rhythmic
ebb and flow
ebb
and flow
ebb
and flow
Silver smoke spiraled
around a blackened chimney
and faded into a frosty mist.
The smell lingered long
after the woodsmoke vanished
deep into the cold winter night.
On satiny white sheets
They come together, pen and ink
And upon that marriage bed conceive
What others merely think
This written word from passion born
Will live from age to age
It survives unto eternity
When put upon the page
It grows into maturity
With nuance as its guide
And learns to speak with eloquence
And knowledge by its side
So listen well to the poet's voice
Hear what the heart does think
See what can be possible
When one speaks with pen and ink
Can there be no sun
without the rain. . .
Is there not love
without the pain. . .
Why not laughter
without the tears. . .
Or greater wisdom
without the years. . .
Why never hello
without good-bye. . .
Why are we born
if only to die. . .
Why do people say I'm wrong
because I sing a different song?
Why do they always seem so sure
that what I dream will not occur?
Must I forever struggle in order to win--
would it be easier to simply give in?
But I must be strong and hold my ground;
I must let others hear my sound,
I must sing out until they see
the music is sweeter with harmony!
The ink flows from this pen
Red-hot with passion
Effortless, smooth
And without the timidity
Of she who holds it
This pen sheds its lifeblood
obediently at the whim of the writer
And leaves behind the wisdom
Of the written word
For the world to ponder unto eternity
you called me
friend
I
was happy
you
were happy
we
were happy
you left
without goodbye
explain
A chug
A whistle
The train pulls out
Slowly at first
"There is still time"
Yet I remain
Unable to move
We pick up speed
My heart beats faster
With each revolution of the wheels
Still
I stay
"I could stop this train if I wanted to"
Fields and factories and farmhouses fly by
My heart pounds furiously
I want to scream
"Stop!"
But I don't look back
Eyes closed, I breath deeply and smile
On this train
Bound for. . .
so cold the winter
so cold
the hearts of some
afraid
the ice will melt
so cold are some
so frightened
to offer love
cautious
of giving too much
so protected are they
so sad
the hearts of some
safe
and empty without love
In the mystic moment
between thought and dream
you come, to take me there
where two can be one.
And in that hallowed haze
a Phoenix rises,
a woman now reborn
within the fire of love.
cool dreams flood her bed
urge the woman
to swim away
from shadowed sleep
let life sail on
sweet
blue
seas
Beneath aching
Love transpires
For bitter roses of spring sweeten
Only after the storm
When raindrop kisses nurture
Empowering
In summer's sun-drenched midst
Limbo
Endless reverberating echoes
Penetrated consciousness
Enveloping her in bittersweet memories
Embers of the past
Haunted and burned
Compelling her to return
The question lingered--
To live or die
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