Tag Archives: Poems

Change is salvation.
Action redeems.
My will is the forge
And the hammer of dreams.
My heart is still pumping.
I’m breathing in air.
My hands and my hunger
will conquer despair.

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Chilly turrets frown,
Laureled with ivy and cloud,
Home to lonely owls.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and
I met a traveler from an antique land.
It is an ancient mariner:
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; but
April is the cruelest month.
It was many and many a year ago
I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
Out of the night that covers me,
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Turning and turning in the widening gyre.
The sea is calm tonight.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Some say the world will end in fire.
I sing of warfare and a man at war.

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Hallowed pillars, vaults
like firmament. Bow; breathe; love.
Now, open your eyes.

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Planets all are eyes.
The universe watches you.
Return the favor!

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Miners delve for gems
Rubies polished, paid for, kept
What does the Earth hoard?

Day breaks.
Shades of an old slumber
burn off. This affably dawning star
who cradles our petunias, kisses our blank fences,
is in truth a colossal inferno, roaring mute,
raining fire on us from so far distant
it feels like morning.

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I was in Colorado this weekend for a friend’s wedding (which is why there was no post Friday). Now Ohio is very flat, so the sight of the Rockies got me thinking about mountains in general.

This poem was the result. “Chomolungma” is the Tibetan name for Mount Everest.

Chomolungma

If Everest dreams,
I hope it dreams slowly.
I hope its titanic visions
are the work of centuries,
its nightmares falling
like inverted cathedrals
through the rock,
wrapped in blackness
old as the sun.
I hope its deep wonders
writhe aeons at a time,
murmuring rumors yet
of their tectonic birth,
speaking long prophecies
in tongues of lightless fire.
If Everest dreams,
I hope it dreams
slowly.