“All Joy reminds. It is never a possession, always a desire for something longer ago or further away or still 'about to be'.” - C.S. Lewis

***Some older poems***
 

 

TIME’S TIDE

 

Time has a rhythm,

Like the waves upon the shore,

Teasing the toes of memories

As they try to leave their mark.

Time.

It rubs everything down

Until the edges are gone.

Time.

Never stand still and lament

its song.

 

 

BLUE

 

Pale, tired blue.

Weariness untold in that nomadic gaze,

Searching for a future.

 

 

ECHOES

 

Wordless echoes rattle my frame

No sound escaping.

Grief rips asunder a heart full of loss.

A stiff upper lip denies an unspeakable loneliness.

My soul stretches to fill the void.

 

 

GRIEF

 

Grief is an ocean,

You cannot cross without getting thoroughly wet.

You must submit,

It tosses you and batters you.

The harder you fight, the more it

Destroys your stroke and pulls you under.

Float upon it.

You will reach a solid place again.

Hope

and

Wait.

 

 

 

ODE TO AN ICEBERG

 

So loney, an orphan in the sea,

Victim to time’s relentless caress.