Poetry from my past 1

So I recently moved home and in my trunk at my mom's house was a tattered old composition notebook of my old poems. I mentioned in my last post that I hadn't written for years, so in order to get me into the swing of things and actually writing on this thing in a semi-regular manner, I've decided to share some of my poems with the world...or the 1-2 of you in the world that will be reading this. These are not chronological, and are not what I fee today, or even really totally autobiographical...believe it or not, as an angsty teenager I didn't always write about things that actually happened to me....

SO here goes...

This one was actually published in an anthology back in 1993....

The Pain (4-1-92)

In your eyes I see the pain
of a thousand souls in anguish
Yet you are just one soul
screaming in agony
In your smile I see the pain
of convincing yourself all is well
When the demons of the night
come knock on your door
In your laughter I see the pain
of feeling the irony
Of the hysteria you share
with the whole of the world
In your solemn glance I see the pain
of wondering if all will be well
And believing it will not
for it never has
And in your quiet states I see the pain
of feeling you are alone
in a world full of strangers
But I am by your side



The second poem of today is one I wrote about my great- grandmother


The Visit (4-15-94)

A silent caress
her eyes seem to cast
upon my soul

Wisp of a woman
skin dry and thin as paper
sitting across from me

We do not speak
she does not know who I am
babe that she cradled in those arms
so long ago

And the daisies I brought her
fall to her feet
as she drifts into sleep

I'll see you next weekend, Grandma.

Thoughts on Nature

So I hadn't written anything that wasn't an academic paper in several years, and I do mean several....but last December I wrote this one.

Thoughts on Nature

I think that I will never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A thing that soon may cease to be
A victim of man's monstrosity

If we don't mend our careless ways
Will nature see her final days
And all consumed in destructive blaze
Screaming through a toxic haze

And who wil mourn our tragic pass
From distant skies through looking glass
A sigh escapes, a breath relax
A menace gone to its repass

Or will we rise to meet the call
Of desperate pleas and deathly pall
To change the path before the fall
To find The Way and Hope for all