Smoke Puff

I saw you in my

eyes,

a glare, possessed by

nocturnal visions

from nonchalant memoirs.

Just

smoke escaping

from a fireplace of thought. 

Powder Man

He sneaks into your thoughts continuously

as you fight with him vigorously.

You have been lost in the mist

unexplainably rendezvousing with the Powder Man.

You are caught--- from time to time

endlessly correcting him in mime.

Enter the Powder Man

and losing sight as you glad back into the mist.

Exit the Powder Man,

you think you can

but

got caught in the haze

endlessly in a walking daze.

Exit the Powder Man

following him as best you can.

11.26.12

Impulse

I crushed a stone with a word

that

steamed  from the depths of thought.

It

befelled a friend with kindness,

and

picked him up with a touch of hate

and

piteously crushed him with words of

wisdom.

2.12.1985

Shattered Water

A distant lake, frozen

with

footprints in the snow.

Ice cracking from the mid-day sun

echoing through the trees.

A small boy - visible

from a distance

retracing his footprints

in the snow.

Ice cracking loudly

against the winters breeze.

An opaque silhouette of the boy,

just a shadow of himself.

Cracking ice

against the winter breeze

wondering where to go.

11.20.12

Untitled

I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind  in a closed room.

OBSERVATION

The masses dictate the

evolution of change;

has

society become computerized

by its own whims

to

blend in.

An individual stands

and

flips coins into a fountain,

but

who notices him.

Sea Gull

A sea gull gliding

through the fog drenched coast,

soaring high,

soaring low

searching endlessly

from shore to breakwaters end.

Sun scratching the

breaks in haze

sparkling diamond beads

on rocks and shore,

soaring more and more.

Blinding beams of light –

sea gull flying out from sight.

Soaring high

diving low.

Search has ended

two sea gulls following the offshore breeze

soaring together

enjoying the mid-day sky.

written 3.25.00

"what lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us"

Daylight

Can you hear the bell ringing

in the early daylight.

Can you hear the heart crying

late at night.

Gliders drifting overhead

as the night turns into day;

Can you hear the bell ringing

in the early daylight.

Can’t you see the sun through foggy eyes

hoping for new life falling from the gliding sky.

Help is on its way in the

early in the day;

Can’t you hear the bell ringing

in the early daylight.

What It Means to Write!!

I thought I would explain what it means to me to write poetry.  Poetry is a way for me to get inside my emotions and thoughts, much like assessing your subconscious with active words. Writing has always been a way for me to explain my thoughts, concerns, friendships, things that have happened, and love. What I could not say or feel on the outside I could write about from the inside. I was 13 when I began to write. It has been a great way to express my purpose using alliteration and metaphors to really bring out the true hidden thoughts.  Writing, yes, is an escape but it is what makes me truly love life, people, and all the surroundings with a passionate feeling.

Many things inspire me to write and for the most part it is the relationship between me and my thoughts.

Bill 

Mist

And as the North wind blows

we cherish

the view of a saltmarsh; misty.

Birds

diving at sea life exposed by the low outgoing changing tide.

Moonbeams streamed into a warm room,

as your reflection is silhouetted off a crystal light shade.

Circular snowflakes

were falling in parallel unison,

and ice cracked with the shifting tide.

You

were content as our warmth

increased with every breath.

I looked outside a frosted window 

and

saw high tide reach peak, and

surrounded the sea grass for another eight hours.

As the North wind blew, echoes came from waves crashing against

the breakwater

and

 our thoughts sailed back into the mist

echoing against the bare walls of our frosted room.