a couple of bitter winter poems

storm heart

wind-chilled
biting the flesh
desperate to get away
or protect itself

the sun – so far away –
offers no assistance
only the image
remains in the sky

breezes chop at
confidence – shavings
of self-esteem fall
clumping to the ground

this force is unseen
but powerful
gravity without
the certainty

unable to lift up
against it – plowing
through life
hitting obstacle

after obstacle
realizing the ice
has kept you
spinning in stagnation

ltv
2/5/10


wandering hermit

selfishly nomadic
wanting something
new -- different
better than a haircut
bigger than a car
a change of locus
foolishly believing
the mind is a roommate
of my body

forgetting about
different planes
of existence -- perhaps
a defense mechanism
so that its true home
won’t be discovered

if the consciousness of the flesh
gets too close
we move – shift again
to spend our waking thoughts
on boxes and forms
instead of the anomalous pain
so well-protected in this
make-believe fortress

ltv
2/10/10