The Calming Storm From my slumber I awake—to Nature's great melee! Raging Hydra's electric tendrils Kissing Sky to Sea. My chamber shakes; the window sash Shoots open. Shutters bang and mirrors crash. The wind flies in and skirts around, Makes a cyclone of my hair and gown. Its salty splashes christens me: Out-mad thy madness with the sea. How I wish I could this bedlam train: Make mincemeat of my soul and brain. To teach it how to come again And calm my storms as Nature can.
ODE TO MELANCHOLY Saturnal turnings to woeful wooings, Unrequited in a heart that aches, Infernal dreams of despair imbuing, Hopelessly tethered to past mistakes. Romantic passions the depth of Venus, Bacchantic thrashings; they both espouse Byronic madness—a proof of genius! Flawlessly shuttered in one dark house. Melancholy, to thee I sing, For all the gifts your heartaches bring.
WITHIN A DREAM Within a dream the voice is real A shrill, struggling song. A door in the floor, I open it Unafraid and follow the sound. A secret tunnel spirals underground; A black lake turns me round. I touch it, and fly towards the peal, And a cavern of sky upside down. THE DEAD From the mist, black wagons Crest the hill. Advance Their cargos full of love, But not all; Some walk alone. At the cemetery A soft rain falls And we are glad For the warmth in the hand, later Food, the drink, the band, And sleeping in back of cabs. We look good in black. We’re happy, then we’re sad. And finger grandma’s pearls They’re real, I’m told, And shiver in the cold. At night warm In my bed, but You in the mound. The wind rages, It’s cold there, The ice coats the ground. The Dead close their eyes I am dead. No, just asleep, A warm embrace, And love. For now, at peace.
BLUE CHRISTMAS Mall’s Mélange of Yule yodeling tunes, Thick with fossilized marzipan. Deflated Santa, dead balloons, Fruitcake in the mousetrap, and Howls, horrid howls of homeless Ghosts Clanking their chains up the alley ways, and To my front door, banked with snow. That withered, wretched Elf (Shivering in the cold) Gives me a wink- A look I dread. Cork sealed with red wax pops! Libations pour. This bitter drink Might take me back. I’m on my sled Whooshing down a hill of blue ice, Black trees fly past My fresh, red face—Fast! Fast! Fast! Blue moonlight shows my way. A farmhouse in the woods (cliché but true) Its Yellow windows--topaz carved in blue Forever in my Memory stays.
REMEMBERING THE DEAD Remembering the Dead, Clouds reflecting stones. Mirrored memory wonderland Spinning withered moments when Up and up fly off and out, Rainbow tents bend into sky, And smile with a weakened, weathered jaw. A red balloon says goodbye. Ice cubes cracking On the brain's Neglected kindling Spark and dread. Sweetheart full of memory's ink. Stars, squeaking stars, Forever overhead. I'm forever lost in stars, And clouds. Happy colored stripes that Move and whip, and change the light.