As Thunder

The silence that falls
after one utters thoughts which, to oneself,
are as natural as rainwater,
is as thunder exploding
from a sunlit blue sky.

Where It Goes Blurry

Trauma, far from casting doubt
on the idyllic picture it punctures,
testifies, by contrast of itself,
to the beauty and precision
of all that came
before.

Impromptu

Spasms of shyness
dot my way,
blotting my socials with doom.
No eye contact, I,
so I weave briskly by --
as though there were too little room.
Comes on like a seizure,
this mute social "sneezure":
"God bless me!" -- I pray for a word ...
anything! or may I sing?
"Help me!" heart begs, whispering --
yet only my "sneezure" is heard.

Written by me on October 30, 2021.

Lucid Grey Hope (God's Kiss of Impending Memory)

 

Be steady, feet, upon the bridge 'tween yesterday and today

Evil fairies hung a sign: "Past forgotten, straightaway!"

But remember I do, and remember I will

Just what is missing from the woods on the hill.

 

In the Service of Sanity

Fatima, 1917 -- world at razor's edge --

Heaven's grim plea hurtling through the decades ...

dismissed at 83 years.

From Rome, 2000, echoed

the sound of sanity breaking,

anchor let loose:

a muted and incongruous Third Secret

set adrift.

In reflexive protection of the mind,

and to a degree unknown to itself,

my soul -- now a mere onlooker at every Mass --

began to detach

from the Barque of St. Peter.

 

In the Silence of Despair

O heart, dance!
Dance like a jewel of the moon,
candlelit star-speck
leaping through space ...
your spirit, incandescent like Venus,
dressed in Mercury's pastels,
gleaming ...
while the bands of Jupiter,
celestial bracelets and anklets,
ennoble your hands and feet,
those flowing interpreters
of the speed of light.

Left

When your deeper thoughts don't matter
and only shallow ones will do,
When conversation isn't sought
beyond a nodding, smiling you,
You disappear behind your eyes
and they don't even know,
Nor do they give a thought to you
after they turn and go.