Ice
slithers
over the rock
it hangs down in
feral-toothed
whiteness
cold fangs
in
moonlight
the rocks
wait
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Day: January 3, 2015
Winter Poem (Day of the Dark Full Moon: 80’s poetry)
his breath hangs
white and smoky
on the
winter wind
carrying his life
before him
lifting his prayers to
Heaven
speaking his words
to some great, nameless
thing
dissipating
words ignored
prayers unanswered
life gone
he
is the
nameless
thing
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Winter Haiku 1
The sun sets early
in wintertime anxious to
flee from the cold night
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
On Matters of Themes (Part 2)
ChOiCeS cHoIcEs Choices
Earlier, somewhere in the dusty digital archives of this blog, I posted against the initial pressure to ‘choose a theme.’ It seemed I was being bombarded while looking through the myriad fonts and graphics available to me, and so I planted my flag of non-conformity and said “I will not.”
Which kinda changed to “Not yet, anyway.”
So now, having been here awhile, and having roamed around from blog to blog to blog, I have to say that some of them are quite eye-catching. That being written, while I stand by my original premise that content ultimately drives whether we like, visit or follow, (or unfollow and unlike *hisss, booo, shame on you*),
I think for this year I will choose a theme, and see how it goes….
In the Simple Things
It’s in the simple things:
intimate, small gestures that say you care
a palpable connection felt when eyes meet
knowing the thoughts, finishing the sentences
a connection of hands, the intertwine of fingers
the ebb and flow of bodies
giving and receiving
a binding of hearts and souls
a freeing of spirits
and we understand
the ancient lore of oneness
singing in rounds of alternate harmonies
walking together
down the pleasant path
to
Home.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Beyond Panic 