Tears

It is difficult to express my feelings after the events of Friday.  We were all touched by what happened. I spent the weekend glued to my television trying to comprehend. On Monday, I walked into my school and wanted to hug every single child. We will never be the same again.

Work

Most of the time, writing is cathartic.  However, as any writer knows, writer's block is frustrating.  This poem is about that feeling.

Before me, scarlet canvas,

Darkened with agony,

Dripping from this brow.

Blurred consequences compound.

No remark in place.

Voices mute in distant thoughts,

Echoed from obscurity.

My pounding heart

Lying impotent on this slab,

Drowning tender quill.

Butterflies

Butterflies wake up

And flutter through the day,

In and out of lives,

In and out of dreams.

The world’s burdens

Hang on their wings

And fall far away.

Words of a thousand poets

Drift along on the butterfly.

Its wings allow imaginations to soar.

They let us live forever.

Bayou Morning

Where the trees
Drape over the murky waters,
The winds caress the moss.
The cicada chorus grows
Louder, louder, louder,
Then silence and begin again.
Along the bank,
The blue heron stands majestically,
Peering across the rippling water.
The early morning reflects the light
On the teardrop dew,
Opening its eyes to the day.

Don't Give In

Recently, teen suicide has been an unfortunate conversation in my home.  It is scary that it can happen without parents being aware.  Even a teenager's friend doesn't realize the finality of it.  Sometimes kids cry out for help in such dangerous and destructive ways.  Keeping an open dialogue between parents and teens is so important.  This poem is to all of those teens who feel that there is no hope.

Don’t give up.

Your youth has so much to give.

The future knows,

What the present does not.

Shadows that now loom,

Will disappear as you grow

And find your place in this world.

So don’t give up,

Don’t give in

To the darkness that calls you now,

Because ahead is brightness.

Slow Me Down, Lord

Slow me down, Lord.

Let me inhale the air you’ve supplied.

Put stress and troubles aside.

Slow me down, Lord.

I want to close my eyes,

And let worries say their good-byes.

Slow me down, Lord.

Let the moments stay longer,

To make my life stronger

For days ahead.

Virtual Life

I notice more and more people sitting in front of computer screens, and they don't connect with people. This is a poem that I wrote about on the subject.

Virtual Life

People glare at a speechless screen,

Ignoring those around,

Tap, tapping away.

Waiting for response from faceless words,

They gaze thoughtlessly

As the world around them revolves.

They do not realize the speed of life.

Interaction with flesh is sparse.

People claim they live,

But they just sit, mindlessly clicking,

Only a virtual life exists, suspended.