Fall

Crimson, orange, and yellow dash
Falls to the ground in pinwheels of panache

Like fiery flies
That spin from the sky.

This visual explosion
Of nature in motion

Creates a ballet of colors burning
In a season of foliage turning.

As the landscape's fashion
Changes from greenness to passion

An endless stream of parachutes
Leaves a molten mosiac underfoot.

With their crinkling bustle
And rattling rustle

These crackling chimes
Mark the passage of growing time.

The branches are soon left bare
In a flourish of defiant flare

As they make their final stand
Before being left with uncovered hands.

In a last dazzling gasp
Before winter's reaching grasp

When we are encumbered
Beneath whiteness and slumber.

Violin

Four tightly strung strings
That, when firmly pressed,
Can scream and soar and sing.

Four tightly pulled lines
That, when softly bowed,
Can lightly whisper and rhyme.

Four tightly drawn cords
That, when rightly played,
Can lift the soul upward!

Spark

I pass this spark to you,
And you pass it back to me.
Then, I pass it to another,
And two and one makes three.

So, pass it to another,
And one more after that.
Pass it all around,
No matter where they're at.

Pass this spark around,
And around and around again.
Pass it on to everyone,
With never a condition.

Take a single spark,
And swirl it into flame.
Light the world on fire,
With love and end all blame.

Take this human flame,
And lead us from the night.
Conquer all pain and hate,
Love, set the world alight!

Pulse

This driving pulse
Is like nothing else.

Sends me out of control,
An explosion in my soul.

Bursting up inside,
Waves in endless tides.

Heart-beating storm,
Swirling, spinning form.

I'm so dizzy I can't see,
Only that beat, endlessly.

So dizzy I can't see,
Only the music, endlessly.

Direction

What is my life?
And where am I going?
Some days I think
I have no way of knowing.

Where am I at?
And how did I get here?
Some days I can't
Even remember, I fear.

What did I want
When I was much younger,
Burning with passion,
And all of that hunger?

What did I love
When I was that child,
Running reckless and free,
An un-tamed spirit, wild?

What did I say
When I spoke from the heart,
Before I knew the world
And how that it can hurt?

What could I do
When I was so much stronger,
When I was so swift
And could last so much longer?

What did I treasure
When I could defend,
When I was so fierce
And my wounds easily mended?

What did I lose,
When I mislaid my plan?
I think I remember,
I will find my way again.

Hello, Again

Hello,

I am going to start posting again at this site. It's been a while. But I hope to put up new material at least once a month. It was getting hard to come up with something new and original every week with which I was truly pleased.

I plan to stop by the sites of those who visited this page previously, to re-acquaint with friends. Hopefully, I will make some new friends, too.

Also, I am trying out twitter. My page is at twitter.com/anonymous_poet. Feel free to stop by and "follow" me and I will do the same for you. (I still have to figure out the messaging thing, though . . . . If anyone can explain this to me, please do.)

As always, feel free to leave a comment (good or bad) on a poem that strikes you.

Thanks again for stopping by!

Shadows and Dust

Shadows and Dust

Whatever we do
And whatever we say,
We will, all of us,
Just fade away.

Whatever we know
And whatever we learn,
We will all of us,
Still pass in turn.

Whatever we love,
And whatever we claim,
We will only
Be left in name.

However we try
And whatever we hope,
All of this, one day,
Will eventually stop.

And though we may wish
For an eternal youth,
None can avoid
The ultimate truth.

Though we may try
To keep what we have
The end is a part
Of this life that we live.

And though we may try
To paint the rust,
We are merely
Shadows and dust.

Taking a Break

To everyone,

I will be taking a break from posting regularly for a while. I am not sure how long this break will last.

I would like to say how much I appreciate all of your comments during the last year and a half that I have been posting. I will miss them as I take some time away from posting.

I am sure that I will stop by your sites on the meantime, though.

Take care,

: )