Four Variations on AfterthoughtI.
An afterthought, a fragile wisp - It brushes through your mind, Touching on the leaves of thought Creation left behind. But just as quickly as it comes, Dancing quickly by - The leaves are swiftly still again, Forgotten on the fly. {So be careful with an afterthought For the moment it is yours, The afterthought will drift away If left to find its course.} II. There was a little Afterthought Hanging in a tree Waiting for some passerby To pick her up, you see. As she waited, she grew up, So eager for the dance, She searched her dusty stretch of road, Long-hopeful for her chance. Then a man came, swept her up, To dance amongst the clouds, Sweeping into ecstasy His Afterthought avowed. But he forgot her flightless feet And dropped her when he turned, In pursuit of fruitless thought, Her silent screams unheard. {Don’t forget your afterthought, The lovely, spun-glass bird, The moment that you spin away, As kindling she is burned.} III. Hello, my name is Afterthought. A pretty little thing With copper hair and silver eyes Hung from a golden string. I saw him coming in the street From the corner of my eye And in my foolish blindness then I almost passed her by. We met as he was leaving home My mission unfulfilled Her glass heart shimmered in the sun As inspiration turned. Sweeping off on flying feet Her silver eyes did shine We waltzed into the clouds above The sky our dancing-shrine. All too soon, my world was him She hung about my thoughts Her eyes, her laugh, her golden song A drink in endless drought. But once, when we were gone about On mission once again The visage of my Afterthought Was dangling from a thread. He dropped me, dashed me in the dust. But when my mind did drift I let go of Afterthought Who sailed into the wind. Wind crushed my heart throughout And I forged my way ahead My Afterthought long-lost in time I shoved away the dread. I fell down through the trees It echoed in my head As I raced to shattered hopes I knew that she was dead. Until I shattered in the fall Forget responsibility Her spun-glass heart had never grown To bloom into maturity. To fade amongst the leaves… A light glimmered in her eyes They blindly searched the sky above For a shadow of her lives. Hello, my name is Afterthought. Under my hands, light died From her eyes, and so my dreams, What had my heart cried? {If only I had heeded her When eyes met mine with fear As if she knew my fickle mind Her path was always clear.} IV. Hello, my name is Afterthought. I saw him from the street We met as he was leaving home Swept off on flying feet! All too soon my world was him But once, when we were out He dropped me, dashed me in the dust Wind crushed my heart throughout. Without my anchor, I was lost I fell down through the trees - Until I shattered in the fall To fade amongst the leaves… |
Fishing: A HaikuSilver fish below
My line, a tremble, nibble! Stealing all my bait. ___________________________________________________________ The RushThe shivering fingers
and trembling toes are standing on the edge Stomach dropping in nervous fear seconds stretching beyond To anticipate – The toes curl around the edge as the moment stretches Until eyes close and a mind flies away watching from afar And jump – Toes grip tighter for a moment more molding to the edges pushing away from the springing-back board launching into the air. To fly – The infinite moment and feet fly free from limited eternity The second of freedom the invisible wings the high-peak of ecstasy And fall – The air rushes by sweeping all trembles into the stomach Floating high above are the fears waiting patiently on the side. To crash – The cold concrete rushes up to meet the flailing limbs Driving all thought from the head as it swarms within And swim – Water sweeps along the arms and legs remembering where they are And meeting the fears like an unwanted friend left behind long ago Is tasting infinite freedom Only to be swept away In the rushing river of time. ___________________________________________________________ On TreesTiny leafy fingertips
Striving towards the light Climb on arms of progress Gaining, gaining height. Happily they rustle Achieving their great quest As light that they are catching Sinks down into the west. And yet, when the moon rises The empress of the night The trees, they groan in anguish Waiting, always, for the light. But what do we all strive for? Our work, our wants, our deeds Are striving for a light That few of us achieve. |
Writing Samples
Here are a few examples of my best pieces - mostly poetry right now, but more will be added as I write more spectacular pieces. This is mostly poetry, but I've got a couple short stories under the writing tab. To access those, either hover over the Writing tab and click on the title you want, or look for the links at the bottom of the page. For a fuller portfolio, you can head over to my Writer's Cafe account.