Slowly
comfort
comes.
Comfort comes in hearing the guitar wail
and
comfort comes in watching the river flow.
Slowly
comfort
comes.
Comfort comes in shedding tears
and
comfort comes in consuming chocolate.
Slowly
comfort
comes.
Comfort comes in talking with friends
and
comfort comes in having work to do.
Slowly
comfort
comes.
Slowly
comfort
comes.
6-7 July 2012
Pittsburgh and Cleveland Heights
This is a test.
It is only a test.
If this was an actual post,
these words would have more meaning.
At least a little more.
Actually, I am trying to answer
a friend’s question.
I believe I can do so now.
15 June 2012
New York
Anxiety tugs at his heart
and memories rise
as he nears the place –
memories once sweet
have now turned ashen,
burned bitter;
pain sears him,
slows him,
stops him.
He shakes his head
squeezes his eyes,
clutches his chest.
The pain remains,
eases,
increases.
Unwilling to turn away,
he deeply sighs
and moves forward,
to cross the threshold,
recognizing the pain will be
his constant companion
from that moment forward,
forevermore.
2 June 2012
While welcomed at Moe’s
Louisville, KY
Much has changed –
the players of my youth long gone;
the Gunner and the Possum silent and buried.
But when I launch MLB.com,
the game remains the same
and the magic of the airwaves
transports me through space and time
and again I am on Neville Island,
a child, snuggled ‘neath the sheets,
transistor in hand
as the game plays on.
28 May 2012
Shire on the Hudson
Dreamed or imagined
she appears
as again he lies alone
in that borderland
between sleep and waking.
Night’s cold embrace
gently enfolds him
as still he lies alone and
she appears
dreamed or imagined.
26 May 2012
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
“We all grow old,”
we hear someone say.
We laugh and we smile
at the truth and the lie
those words convey.
11 May 2012
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
Ahead lies the Shannon,
behind lies the sea;
ahead lies the Shannon,
beyond lies the sea;
now we cross the Shannon,
tomorrow, the sea.
30 April 2012
07:30 hours train from Heuston Station to Galway
Did he find what
he sought when
all those years ago,
he left home behind
and journeyed across the
sea?
Does his spirit
somehow linger
waiting to greet the
son of the
daughter of the
son
who returned
to his native land,
journeying
in hours, not days,
by air, not sea,
to celebrate the present
and seek something of the
past?
26 April 2012
DL 92
Laughter rang out,
a smile filled his face,
yet as our eyes locked
for an instant,
I saw sadness
carved there by
tears unshed for
sorrows, pain, and loss
endured through the years.
25 April 2012
DL 92
NYC – DUB
Filed under Poem
Long line
slowly moves,
privilege whines.
SDF
20 April 2012
Filed under Poem, Six Word Story, Travel
Along the Graybeard Trail 