Ice on the Rocks (Day of the Dark Full Moon/ 80’s poetry)

Ice

slithers

over the rock

it hangs down in

feral-toothed

whiteness

cold fangs

in

moonlight

the rocks

wait

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.

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.

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.