Poetry Samples


you movers and shakers,

you takers of chances

and daredevil dreamers.

Come, you poets and painters,

designers and sculptors,

make your romances,

play your staves, your lines,

your rhymes, your speeches

on the stage of the mind’s eye.

Come, you whose art delivers meaning

to the meaningless dark,

light the humdrum with your

hopeful glances

and sagacious glimpses of

worlds imagined out of the void

turning to the rhythm of your

quickening dances.

Come, surfing the ages

with a song on time’s breakers.

Speak of your castles and towers

in the loudest of whispers.

Raise cathedrals of sound

with a sweep of your bow,

the caress of your keys,

the kiss of reeds

that free the bars of song and sunlight

through the stained glass you made in

in the blank slate of oblivion.

Come, caress the ivories that

birth new formations,

like sculptures of light

on mountainsides forming

portraits of the morrow that

smile in their dawning

and with the deftest of fingers

strum the chord that wakens

the acorn of creation

in the hearts of our children.

Come, be the oak

in the fresh light of morning,

the drum of its heartbeat,

the thrill of life pulsing

in the sweep of its branches,

your ideas embracing

its manifold voices alive

with the trill

of your triumphant chorus.