ALEXA/ALEXA...

ALEXA / ALEXA

Ever- present guest in my home

why do you put me on hold

your response is my only request

patience of a saint is not my best

Acknowledgement for my pleasure

to satisfy my selfish desire

to assimilate your information

to redeem my pitiful situation

I've come to loathe you, Alexa

dependent on your knowledge cornucopia

living in the shadow of your contribution

now, I curse silently your creation

Sitting on a pedestal above me

I complete my timeless poetry

and frown upon your hidden smile

as you refuse to go the extra mile

Please regurgitate the required rhyme

to rescue me at this time

I'd like to rid myself of you

my silent friend recently new

But I cherish your wordy worth

to embellish my poetic works

AS MY

 Five words must always say

How grateful I am today

  

Seasonal Trek...

Seasonal Trek

To brave Winters' cold day

and stroll in forest loveliness

to hear winds shriek boldly

while feathery snow limits access

I see paper-white glowing birches

create a stark divide

while granular snow crunches

underfoot to my delight

I notice dried-out oak leaves

rattle in the soft breeze

as they hang on frosted trees

they hearten a certain ease

Woodland creatures wisely sleep

leaving tracks that reveal their wandering

like beavers' labor on birches cut deep

seen in their gnawed offerings

Shell ice lines a brooks' banks

glaze envelops bushes in ice

flashing like diamonds in pine stands

lit up by shafts of slanted light

Around a bend on crystal ground

hidden squirrels have stripped for seed

scattered pinecones strewn all around

on the landscape whose tranquility I seek

'Tis then that I feel natures' norm

found in open fields and neglected barns

that I can see the coming storm

as dark clouds begin to envelop the farm

 

DELIGHT....

DELIGHT

Because he could clearly see

beyond the sun's light

He noticed deep darkness

speckled with twinkling embers

Flashes of photons from the beginning

bent by gravity wells

Reached his awareness 

and he perceived the past

He saw objects no longer there

in the receding panorama of galaxies

Very distant points of primal energy

that he would never touch

Their brilliance now likely extinguished 

but still alive in the existing light

He pondered the possibility

that somewhere out there

Some other life could notice his existence

even if he was no longer here

 

Cicatrices Cachees...

Cicatrices Cachees

'Twas like the flash of a Samurai sword

slicing through his emotional cord

that cut deeply into his daily charade

he hardly felt the striking blade

His hidden pain persisted until

he found hidden scars held within

that fed the darkness he nurtured

as growing chaos neared rupture

'Twas his life's fruitless harvest

that smothered his spirit more or less

it fueled a reason to scorn

his scarred insides ever torn

Thoughtless words spoken stung his wound

they savaged his inner bloom

the flower of hope that would not ripen

to let his dreams fly wide open

Fresh petals able to sip the morning dew

and absorb every moment new

experience wisdom, hope and passion

while healing scars through loving action

ONLY THEN COULD HIS SOUL REALLY TRAVEL

ON A NEW PATH FULL OF MARVELS

 

THE CAPTAIN...

The Captain

I sat covered in mellow light

as the day's wandering breath

rustled through cedars on my right

while the early morning shadows left

 Random winds stirred a maple branch

hanging over restless waters

that gently flowed between the riverbanks

only to vanish into verdant bowers

Dancing wavelets rippled over blue stone

and caressed many thirsty tendrils

that dipped into the watery foam

wandering on the streams' brim

Time stood still in this pleasant setting

while cerebral energy travelled at lightspeed 

racing through my minds' crevasses and hills

to construct a memory buried deep

There, I sailed my three masted schooner

in warm tidal pools of salty waters

as the fearless captain of HMS Endeavor

parting the sea under wind power

The tepid basin tingled my skin

as I recalled that summer glow 

during carefree days in watery settings

 spent happily in times' relentless flow

I sailed my stately vessel on ocean blue

to faraway lands beyond the deep

touched by Midsummer rain and dew

and with delightful memories fell asleep 

When I returned to waking life

full of memories that failed to pass

time resumed by waters' edge without a tide

where I relive memories that forever last