Sadness Seeking Salvation Silent Whispers On lonely days when cloud covered skies bear rain upon the earth when tall tossing waves prevent adventurers from traveling the oceans wide On cold days when winds are so strong that trees do bend preventing the walking of trails in sands and in woods and when there is nothing left to do but sit and wait for again brighter times to come to be what deep wounds hold the clouds? what deep wounds toss the waves? what deep wounds throw the winds? Where Poetry’s Poppies Bloom darkness, vale of death bitter pill of suffering all there a rose of thorns grabbed in darkness no smell to nose nor lovely petals of old to see just thorns, the thorns of past mistakes cultural poverty unfixable unchangeable in time as time moves not in me through me beyond outside me science’s gift absolute time terror of absence of poetry’s grace, raped and disposed with our heaps of trash stuck I am, split separate from body Home pain to sharp for touch to strong to wrestle perhaps Jacob, he could wrestle the angel that was God but I lowly no prophet must contend with little just sadness place of me alienated man 20th century’s triumph technology progress take me back take me way way back to where poetry’s poppies bloom On a Cold Winter’s Night On a cold winter night I sit patiently staring through the window into the gloomy empty darkness the thought of your presence quickens my heart the sound of your voice as you approach is my salvation be with me hold me set me free and together we shall create Back to Poetry Index