Hail, Poetry

I've realized that I've started posting to Facebook a lot, and here not at all. I suppose there might be some overlap, but I do have a special place in my heart for Scribbledom, and so this makes me sad. Well. I have complete control over it. Here are some poems I've posted to Facebook recently. Enjoy!

French Quarter, Late Summer

French Quarter, late summer.

Glossy green leafed,

Red berried Magnolia.

Soft west wind, warm, light, dry

Brushing hair across my face

With gentle touch, a lover's touch.

Soft west wind, hands through my hair,

Lover wind, kissing away

Foot sounds, lost in street sounds

As I walk, and as I walk,

No sound around me

But the music in my heart.

Caddo Shade

Impossibly white

Like a ghost or a god,

An alabaster egret

Stands in somber niche,

Ancient, aloof, enigmatic,

Barring the gates

To a shadow world

With eye of unconcerned flint

And gleam of unworldly elegance

Between the cypress trunks

Like stony temple columns

Surrounded by worshippers

On their knees

Frozen in mystic rites

Beneath fluttering wraiths

Of trailing, faded moss,

Like tattered banners

Of long forgotten kings,

Barring the gates

To a world apart

From blue sky and blue stream,

Green moss beneath

Green leaves above

A world suspended,

Dark and still, a mystery

Between water and air

Haunted by one white spirit.

The way is shut.

I dare not pass

The silent sentry.

Even sun rays are muted,

Unable to penetrate

A secret inviolate.