Tag: Poetry

  • Dreams of Love

    What do I lose

       to love with all of my heart 

    Am I worried 

       that I’ll miss out on more 

    Of more and more 

    Am I saving 

       part of my heart in fear 

    The fear of pain 

       to love and lose again 

    Again and again 

    Or do I lust 

       after a fleeting dream 

    A dream of love 

       that is without hard work 

    Work and more work 

    Why not just love 

       you with all of my heart 

    Knowing I will 

       lose and have pain and fear 

    Dream loving dreams 

  • Taking Flight

    Who ever thought of taking flight?
    Those who were born without wings.
    It makes no sense to leave the ground
    Chasing foolish dreams.

    The gods took flight and only got burned,
    Surely mortals would never fly.
    The Renaissance brought failed designs,
    Structures impossibly heavy for the sky.

    Then mechanics from a city bike shop,
    Two brothers and a foolish team.
    Set out for some remote sandy dunes
    With wood, fabric, an engine, and a dream.

    Today we assume everyone takes flight,
    The entitlement of people to travel.
    But no one will venture beyond the sun,
    A problem too difficult to unravel.

  • Out of the Blue

    I can’t explain why airplanes
    sometimes fall out of the sky.
    Even after half a lifetime
    spent learning to fly.
    Aerodynamics, meteorology,
    jet engines, and hydraulics.
    Oxygen, electrical systems,
    fuel and avionics.

    Fortunate to attend,
    lucky to complete training.
    Spent a season flying the around world
    and complaining.
    Then I got called back
    to where it all began.
    Creating new aviators
    from pedestrians.

    I’ve been rolled upside down
    by mistake.
    But my plane flew out of it
    once clear of the wake.
    One autopilot tried diving us
    straight into the ground.
    But emergency procedures kicked in
    and we went around.

    So why do some airplanes
    simply break apart?
    Raining down with men and women
    dear to my heart.
    Watching the flight recorder
    and hearing the tape.
    Why did God chose them
    but let me escape?

    Billions of dollars
    and millions of hours.
    Over-engineered
    and often over-powered.
    But sometimes things go wrong
    and good people die.
    And I cry out loud
    and still wonder why God, why?

  • Icy Glare

    The wind blows over the frozen streets,

    The ice pellets raining down in sheets.

    The dark before dawn broken by the street lights,

    The howl of the wind as it cuts and it bites.

    I stoke the ashes and watch the flames grow,

    I hold my coffee tight and glare out the window.