Thursday, 24 April 2014

Celebrating National Poetry Month

In honour of National Poetry Month I thought I would contribute a couple of poems I have written as well as one that never ceases to move me emotionally. (National Poetry Month was introduced in 1966 to increase awareness of poetry in the U.S., and Canadians have celebrated since 1999)

Concrete Spirit - LC


This city is mine

November barren

grey and white

flecked with green and red streetlights


Its flatness is mine

out office tower windows

miles of horizon

small boxes puffing in the winter chill


The empty streets are mine

as people crowd inside skywalks

timid human hamsters daunted by the cold

I stubbornly stroll the sidewalks

                                claiming the bleakness as my own


This silent night is mine

tree skeleton shadows dancing on my bedroom ceiling

I lie exposed

warm in my solitude


This city is mine

It has a beating heart, but beats alone

you have to listen

to find its soul...


 Vagabond Dreamer - LC

My vagabond dreamer
drives through the night
I map his progress
golden push pins
in a map stapled to my wall
tracing his journey
Cell phone speak
Scattered sentences
I place them carefully back together
while I lay beneath my sheets
holding tightly to his words
because they’re all I have
The intangible him
is always here
traveling through my thoughts
a ghostly mist
of man and memory
Any form brings comfort
Another call
Another town
Another gold pin
If I squint in the darkness
they twinkle like stars
reflecting the streetlight outside
I drift to sleep
in my private celestial universe
dreaming of the vagabond
and me...


High Flight – John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

















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