Literary Persuits and other Ramblings

Tag: poetry


There is you

Then there is me

Two worlds in orbit

A distance kept by circumstance

No closer

No further

Circling round and round

A merri-go-round spinning out of control


There is you

And the world in which you live

There where everything is closed up

Private and quiet

All is hidden from view


Then there is me

And the fantasy I rule

Where everything is open and aired

Loud and obnoxious

Keeping quiet that which is hidden


There is you

Then there is me

Divided and torn

Broken and weathered

Beaten and left


There is you

Then there is me

And then there is your past

And then there is mine


Sunday Detention

Cold and dark;

Silence quieter

Than the grave.

Little light enters

Through the soiled windows, and the delicate layer

Of dust stifles any sound. On either side of the

Long shadowy aisle, the soulless pews are all paying respect;

Forever bowed. All the light meets, emphasizing a

Man and a wooden cross, shadowing a table

Elaborately adorned.

The only movement

Is of a lonely Altar Boy

Dwarfed by the size of

The ominous shadows.

The darkness consuming

The only light left; and

The tiny Altar Boy exits

Swiftly before the

Darkness can finish its meal.

And all alone hangs a man,

His disheartened face the last

To disappear before the

Darkness consumes