We are
reincarnated
and
nobody cares
again
© Alfred W. Smith Jr
Category: Musings
Still
the sun, descending
glimmers
dully
on the pond
the animals
have long since
gone
and the
stillness
surrounds,
pervades,
prevails
all around
and
I
a solitary man
in the midst
of
all this
stillness
sit
like a
timeless
forgotten
god…
still
© Alfred W. Smith Jr
A Handful of Stars
If you could
hold a handful
of
stars
what would you do with them?
puff them away
like
dandelions fluff
and make
random wishes?
toss & scatter them
like
silver coins
into the
sea?
make clusters of them
spin
like
pinwheels?
or let them
slowly slip
through your
fingers
spilling them
back into
the sky?
If you could
hold a handful
of
stars
what would you do with them?
© Alfred W. Smith Jr
Lights in the Windows of the Soul
Candles
wink playfully
flirting
with my retina
hiding
what I would
see
The Sun
is a saucier creature
who will
blind you
if you
stare her down
Give me the
steady
patient
starlight.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr
2015
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.
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.
The Sweet, Wise Cosmic Dream (80’s poetry)
If honey ran in mountain streams
the sugar sparkling in moonbeams
and I could hear the screech-owl’s screams
would I then have the sweetest dreams…
Of flying into starlight
with very keen eyesight
having a smooth flight
upon the winds of night?
Would I return with morning sun
the majic of my wings undone
or shattered by the hunter’s gun
(perhaps a god was having fun)?
To then become a man again
staring at the horizon
sheltered in an empty den
the earth’s poor earth-bound citizen?
Would I keep flying into space
to some far, timeless secret place
not to rejoin the human race
as cosmic winds caress my face?
I would prefer the last
and not think upon the past
That time when I was one of you
Unless you wish to travel too….
I thought you would.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
June 25th, 1983
The Sweet, Wise Cosmic Dream / Assorted Absurdities (a poetry collection)
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