Autumnal
the clap of trees
withering in the dusk
the sad dropping of emaciate leaf
secrets whispered in a desolate wind
we cannot understand
nor touch the sorrow
the tramping of feet
the crush of sticks in dust
life’s travails mocked
in timelessness of starlight
the unheard voice
lost in a moment of breath.
Crisis
What seemed so great
in the moment
was
in the scheme of things
very small
Only death and its
incumbent couriers
merit the attention
of so strict a life’s
expectancy
And then, and only then
in the calm eye of the storm
can one see
clearly
that which was forbidden
was only a temporary latch
on that pearly gate of
Knowing.
Earthtones
There are times in a life
When words fail
Like rain to a gutter
Waste away
The crying of clouds
Thunderously exhausted
Gray pillows no comfort
The head too hard to find
Solace
In the repellant crust of
Stone.
Bionote
Laurence Overmire is the author of the recently released The One Idea That Saves The World: A Call to Conscience and A Call to Action. He has had a multi-faceted career as poet, author, actor, director, educator, and genealogist. His award-winning poetry has been widely published in hundreds of journals, magazines and anthologies worldwide. Overmire is an advocate for peace, justice, human and animal rights, and the environment. www.laurenceovermire.com
Bionote
Laurence Overmire is the author of the recently released The One Idea That Saves The World: A Call to Conscience and A Call to Action. He has had a multi-faceted career as poet, author, actor, director, educator, and genealogist. His award-winning poetry has been widely published in hundreds of journals, magazines and anthologies worldwide. Overmire is an advocate for peace, justice, human and animal rights, and the environment. www.laurenceovermire.com
I really like these. Very vivid, very immediate.
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