On Samori’s Art

The Nature of Fear, Nicola Samori Say, what is the nature of human fearbut a distortion of a once hopeful prayer,that through disappointment, does morphinto something unholy, dark and drear-a hand extended to the heavens for alms;once hopeful eyes, now sunken, do warnof faith, and it's maddeningly slow poisonthat leaves the soul between hell n'…

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Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy…

Tanka #9 – Relentless

my garden revealsmy faith must be immortalfor though now barrenit still pushes through the earthas relentless wildflowers

Boatman

Through each trial of life,Hope, I have believed in youYet now, I've lost my oars…So when the time comesand the waters inundate me,Hope, be the boatman, get me throughHope, be the boatman, get me through

Half agony, half hope

This is a page from my journal. The title of the poem is inspired by a quote from Jane Austen's, Persuasion. I know something of what the young soldier feels in the midst of battle;know something too, of the kind of hope a fortune teller can provide.In the grand chaos, I meditate before the silent…