Poetry

Here is some poetry I wrote while sitting under the cool, rushing waves of reflection and contemplation during this deployment experience:






Waterlily eyes

A rush of wind pulls down at the sun

A blanket of rain at the seams come undone

I walk with a countenance reflecting all the gray

Because the songs that I sing disappear if you’re away

Your arms are a dream that hold me as I sleep

As the breeze draws the leaves into a graceful sweep

Tears may stain these waterlily eyes

But the love birds keeping singing, 

“How time does fly..”

Deeper Past

think too much and I fall into a crumble moment. where foundations thin and thin until air. until it dumps me below warm then fiery crest of earth, deeper past purple woods between milky space whitens my lips with powder from moon and stars that disintegrate in rack of gaping black holes. I just miss by inch. think too much and I am metal thread pulled by force of magnet past. trying to lock on to splintered wood or sticky cloud. to avoid. the cold slam. the powerful connection. hold.

stop thinking and I am back. in the warmth of Son. peach returns to sky. honeysweet breeze undulates. carries scent of lime and yellow forsythia. and pearl of sky beams and is found casting golden flakes into emerald waters and pouring into empty holes of earth and swimming gracefully in the milk of an orchid.

Cool Mint Wind

Sifts through trees

White washed in dawn

Born on a breath of God

I'm caught in swirls

Of invisible drafts

A chill on the dewy ground

The wind lets me down

When I look away

I walk

And see the world as if it's not

Tar Brick Trail

ice caked star 

stuffed in the holes of this tar brick trail.

I walk the glittering path 

leading to 

you

I'd like to say that 

the milky silk

snow lacing each crease

is the canvas

and the enervating

call of your voice is

the paint on my finger-

tips ready to swirl

over ice and melt 

as rainbow puddles

on the trail.

the closer I get, 

the more I become

a snowflake shaken

in the crystal globe 

of you.

clouds settle down

and dip their hands in the

black 

tar

watches with a wet eye as 

I walk the path to meet 

you unlock the door to my car. 

stars and everything else 

slam against the window. 

blue and bluer bursts of the matter that 

we become. 

the echoes of your words and mine. 

Smokeless mirrors 

in the sea of tears. I am in your center. 

and as you go away once again

my footsteps will 

crack ice 

brush sleet and slush

And I will think I hear the tar brick trail 

whisper

“until it ends.”

PTSD haiku

Long legged jonquil floats

Before orange crested moon

Drops down when wind dies

The Windowless Pain

You said “wait here for me”
And locked me in a room
I sit by the window
And trace the dusty pane
I watch from the inside
As my world is washed with rain

Flowers bloom like
Pinwheels and paint
Splattered rainbow gems
Where the skyline becomes faint
Meets glens with the grassy hems

Our friends dance
like particles before the sun
Butterflies beckon
But I refuse
To go out and join the fun

Rainbows highlight sunset
the brightest twilight hues
But my clouds are grey and wet and
My sky is thus confused

You said “wait here for me”
So in this room I stay
I remember once when I was free but
Somehow it ended up this way
My love for you breaks through my heart
And out these cornered walls
It follows you when we’re apart
When you’re leaving down the year long hall