Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 15, 2012
Is anything ever over
Does memory ever quit
Its duty to all things past
Hurtful and helpful
Relevant and useless
Expectations met
Failed intentions
Tales of resiliency
Perhaps in heroic couplets
But lacking Pope’s wit
Personal tragedies
In iambic pentameter
With no soaring lyrics
From Shakespeare
Submitted by Neil McKay on May 14, 2012
There are no angels walking the earth
Looking for redeemable humans,
Like glass bottles to return for deposit
No angels taking pity on us
When we are at the end of our ropes
No angels earning their wings
By showing us how we had it in ourselves all the time.
It's just you and me here
Doing our best. Trying and falling short
Most of the time but coming close.
So close.
Trying again, trying again
Making mistakes, missteps.
And occasionally reaching out
Bracing each other, boosting each other
What can you see if you sit on my shoulders?
Can you reach it? How about now?
So close.
When we're lucky, we find each other
Paths cross and something tells us to follow
Or lead. Either way, we should be together
For a time. For a distance.
Match my stride with yours.
Head in the same direction
For a time. For a distance.
Share stories, sing songs
Tell jokes, anything to make a connection.
For a time. For a distance
Your mother is from Missouri?
That's where my father came from.
Misery, he called it. Did she?
We have that, then.
We are connected now.
You lived in New Jersey?
I never lived anywhere but here.
But I like Springsteen
We have that, then.
We are connected now.
You're a poet? Me too.
I write about rainbows and unicorns.
Kittens and children
It's all very sad.
You? Tone Poems?
Hmmmm.
Still, we have that.
We are connected,
But it's tenuous
And we will soon part.
I think this is where I turn.
You going straight?
Best of luck to you.
Hope you find your way.
Onward and upward, right?
Watch for angels.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 12, 2012
What will make love stay
He said in a book
The question unfulfilled
In the last chapter
Leaving it for the reader
To consummate an answer
As if Eros might bless us
With unique knowledge
An answer to love’s lure
From Shakespeare’s dark lady
To cowgirls with the blues
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 10, 2012
Misted headlands sit
Waiting for sunset darkness
Pelicans home bound
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 9, 2012
Many sins hide behind science
Omissions commissions heresies
Among the deductive conclusions
Captured in the catechism
That truth is always measurable
But life is not so simple
With endless cracks and quivers
In measurement’s foundations
Cosmological inquiries do not support
Deductive experiments and repetition
What a dull world it would be
Without romance or speculation
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