Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem: Futility

Goals are futile
setting goals is futile
reaching a goal is futility

Gain is futile
chasing wealth is futile
the lust for more is futility

Men plan and work
toiling in hope to earn
wealth, influence, noteriety

Dreams of empires
visions of conquering
longing for monuments to themselves

Yet empires fall
monuments are ruined
and futility reigns over all

Mankind reaps wind
and returns to the dust
wealth inherited by the living

But rich and poor
get joy from food and friends
fresh air and rest and simple living

When life is lived
with plain, simple graces
small joys are the spring of true pleasure

Monday, November 28, 2011

Poem: Transience a.k.a. A Tribute to a Barrier Island

waves roll up onto the shore
bringing sand, leaving shells
building up, taking away
grain after grain
the sand shifts
waves move and rearrange
impermanence and longevity
intertwined in a cycle
of erosion and redistribution
purposeful transience
planned impermanence
forever moving
forever changing

Author's comment: People who build their homes on barrier islands should not be surprised when their homes get washed away.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Poem: In Death Be True

As I leave this mortal life
I have one request, dear wife
In death be true
Please long for no other
Never find another
Let your heart be mine forever

As I draw my last breath
And approach certain death
Please draw near
Lay your hand in my mine
Swear to be true for all time
Swear you will always love me

As my life slips away
Confirm your oath this day
Seal it with a kiss
Tell me that you'll never leave
That your heart will always grieve
When death takes me

As death takes my hand
Draws me into his land
On the other side of the veil
I fear what awaits
But hold on to faith
That you will remain true

As I slip from life
My darling, my wife
Tell me that you'll be true
That you will honor this vow
For forever from now
That in my death you'll be true

Monday, November 14, 2011

Poem: We The Dying

We recognize death
and curse its presence
as it surrounds us
and weighs us down
dogging our every step

Many fight to prolong
the inevitable end
while many are alive
and never live
they merely wait

We however face death
with determination
to live fully and completely
as we rush towards death
the conquered enemy

We the dying declare
that we will face death head on
knowing we will live once more
awaiting the destruction of death
and the enthronement of life
once and for all

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Poem: Ode to Time

Time is disposable
and misused

Time is relentless
unable to be tamed
or reclaimed

Time is a trap
a jail cell
a deception
a room with no exit

Time is invisible

Time is unreal
an artifice
an imposition
a prison

Time is measured
by the snail and the light
when our time is done
Time will go on

Friday, November 4, 2011

Poem: The pictures in my mind

my favorite horsehair brush
loaded with paint
strokes canvas
lays on color
forms shapes
that will become
the pictures in my mind

mental snapshots
come to life
a colorful life of paint
in a flat canvas world
each stroke
defines, redefines
the pictures in my mind

my favorite brush
an instrument of life
delivers color
and shading
each new stroke
breathes life
into the pictures in my mind

Monday, October 31, 2011

Poem: The Age of Eternal Summer

in the days of the summer sun
we were young and strong
and wise in our own eyes
we cared for the moment
and lived for the present

everyday was a wonder
a new exploration
an opportunity to live
we laughed and sang
we danced and loved

under the blue sky
lying in the grass
letting the sun warm us
our hope lasting
only to the next day
every day like the one before

no concern for the future
no fear, no worries, no threats
never hungry or thirsty
taking everything for granted
thinking it would never end

time washed over us
passing unnoticed
months, weeks, years
we were young and free
in the age of eternal summer

Monday, October 24, 2011

Poem: Leaves

Photo by Jo Garrett
I remember the brilliant evening glow
of changing leaves
golden canopies
waving in the crisp autumn breeze

I remember the dance of falling leaves
the gusting wind
plucking them off
tossing them gently to the ground

I remember looking up at the sky
deep blue
with wispy clouds
coolness kissing my cheeks

I remember falling asleep under the leaves
and waking to find
the sun had set
my bones were chilled to the marrow

I remember going into the house
and crawling into bed
exhausted and refreshed
by the colors, the wind, and the cold

I remember waking the next morning
and believing
that it was a dream
until I saw the leaves lying next to me

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Book Review: Deadline

Deadline by Mira Grant

Welcome to a world that was invaded by zombies decades ago. Now zombies are one of life's daily hazards. Most people live in fear of contamination; many rarely go outside of their homes unless absolutely necessary. Blood tests and showers laced with bleach are everyday experiences. A select few 'Irwins' make their living by 'poking the zombies with sticks' and blogging for all the world to read.

Deadline focuses on Shaun Mason and his team of After the End Times bloggers. The team runs afoul of the CDC and are left to figure out their next course of action. We follow them on adventures into the dangerous world of zombie hunting and mystery solving. Its like Scooby-Doo with zombies.

The follow up to Grant's Feed, Deadline is just as much of a page turner. While it may not earn any great literary awards, Deadline is a thrilling read. Often humourous and grim in the same breath, this book is recommended if you like zombies and action.

Thumbs up!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Poem: Ode to the butterfly (through death to life)

Part 1 - Death and Burial
In death find rest
Oh worm that I am
I welcome the coming rest
The dying sleep
Swallow me
In my slumbering cocoon
Envelope me
In the sleep of death

Part 2 - Resurrection
Push through the dead shell
Into the living world
Leave death behind
In new life be free
Unfold new wings
Rise into the sky
Embrace the world and soar
Alive and free

Monday, October 17, 2011

Book Review: The Map of Time

The Map of Time by Felix J. Palma

The Map of Time commences in the Victorian era London then moves into the far future.  H.G. Wells, author of The Time Machine, plays key roles in a series of time hopping adventures. Three distinct, yet connected, stories move between Victorian age London and the year 2000.

This is one of those great books that will keep you guessing.  There are several 'Aha!' moments throughout this book.  Palma definitely keeps things interesting and makes you want more.

Recommended if you like Susannah Clarke's Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.  With twists and turns that will keep the reader guessing, The Map of Time gets an enthusiastic thumbs up!

Friday, October 14, 2011

Poem: Pull

wrapping her hand around the grip
placing her finger on the trigger
she hesitates
for one second
two seconds
three seconds then
fires off her last desperate shot
and misses
overwhelmed by despair
she slumps to the ground
in a heap of tears

Monday, October 10, 2011

Poem: Angel Dance

The skies are filled with angels
I see them dancing in the sun
They twist and twirl and spin and shake
And sprinkle me with dust
They whisper sweet songs of mercy
And tell me that they love me
I fall to the earth and cry
The angels dance and the sunlight sings
and the warm earth embraces me
in its gentle lovely womb

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Book Review: The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
I read this book because Stephen King called it one of the best things he has read recently.   And if Mr. King, one of my all time favorite story tellers gives a book the thumbs up, it is probably worth my time.  I also read it because a movie is being made from it, starring Jennifer Lawrence, the female lead of Winter's Bone (also seen recently in X-Men: First Class). 

Set in some indeterminate future, The Hunger Games take place in a confederation of states called Panem, comprised of the remnants of the former USA.  Each year young people from each district compete in a battle-to-the-death survival challenge called The Hunger Games.  Katniss the female protagonist, is selected by lottery from impoverished District 12,  along with Peeta, a baker's son from the same district.  They two are taken from the poverty of District 12 to the opulent Capitol where they are prepared for the Games.  The preparations and the Games are broadcast across the entire nation.  And the Games commence. 

The Hunger Games is a cross between Survivor and Running Man.  Classified as science fiction as well as 'young adult fiction' Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games transcends both genres.  I can't wait to read the next two books, Catching Fire and Mockingjay.  Recommended if you like dystopian or speculative fiction.

Thumbs up!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem: An Excess of Compassion

an excess of compassion
leads one to believe
that the world can be changed

that people can be delivered
from whatever excesses
they chose to indulge in

that their deeply rooted faults
can be ripped up by their stems
and that someday good fruit will be produced

that hands devoid of resources
can reach for their own bread
rather than looking for handouts

an excess of compassion
is a dangerous vice
one that I choose not to indulge in

Author's Note: this work is satirical and meant to as a polemic against hardheartedness towards those in need. Its intent is to invoke compassion rather than discourage it.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Poem: And He Died Silently

that's what my tombstone should have said
that's all i ever wanted

to live quietly
to die quietly
to let life
wash over me
pass over me

and then finish
without fanfare
without eulogy
without recognition


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

new blog, post #1

The title of this blog comes from a quote from C.S. Lewis:

"Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become. "
This blog is dedicated to literature and the vibrancy that it adds to life and to the way that it enhances our everyday experiences.  In it you'll find original pieces, quotes, book reviews, and other literary related miscellanea.