Posted in Culture, Poetry, tagged authenticity, friendship, honesty, modern poetry, Poetry, Relationships on 17 Mar 2023| Leave a Comment »
no reason
for silence,
for shrouding
heart-born truths
they are
overwintered seeds,
motes hard-shelled
and inert
aching for
spring’s caress,
the taste
of rainwater
sow truths
in sunlight,
broadcast kindness
on the wind
nothing flowers,
nothing nourishes,
nothing grows
in darkness
k
Posted in Culture, Poetry, tagged family, friends, friendship, modern poetry, Poetry, Relationships on 09 Feb 2023| 2 Comments »
Do not presume that
because a heart is distant
it cannot can be read
Hearts can love or loathe,
be bound or apart, unmoved
by proximity
One can be as dear
unmet, half a world away,
as from down the street
Love can falter on
the doorstep, or reach across
the space between stars
Posted in Creativity, tagged friendship, modern poetry, Poetry, righteous on 13 May 2021| Leave a Comment »
In the space
Between their words
They stand
Wondering
How they arrived
At this hollow space
Where neither
Can see the other
Where friendship
Rimed with hoar
No longer warms
Both captive
To their own
Righteousness
k
Posted in Culture, tagged divorce, friendship, life's lessons, support network on 07 Sep 2017| 10 Comments »
One aspect of my life’s recent twist is that I learned something. This is always a good thing, especially when I learn something about myself.
I’m a pretty introspective guy, I think. I’ve always tried to learn from my errors and missteps, but that only works when you see them. Just as it is hard to fix a problem of which you’re not aware, it’s hard to learn from a mistake you didn’t know you made.
A sudden shock can sometimes bring an old habit into a new light. Well, I’ve had a shock, and I can now see something about which I’ve been wrong.
Friends. (more…)
Posted in Writing, tagged friendship, personal value, Poetry, Relationships on 20 Sep 2016| Leave a Comment »
Cats have their signs.
The twitching tail.
The flattened ears.
So do I.
Know me?
You’ll see them.
Esteem me?
You’ll heed them.
Else
No fireworks.
No tirades.
No hiss and lashing claws.
Just silence
And the snick of the closing door.
Too late.
Too late.
Call it what you want.
I no longer care.
Cats have their signs.
k
Posted in Culture, tagged creative writing, friendship, gaku, grief, loss, old friends, vignette, Writing on 04 Sep 2013| 3 Comments »
I once knew a girl.
She was beautiful, with happy eyes and apple cheeks and long, black hair. She was quick to smile, her eyes turning into crescents, her laugh quiet and shy, like a secret. She was quiet, like me, and thoughtful, unafraid of deeper questions. She played the violin, not very well, but well enough to enjoy the challenge, the process, and the camaraderie of the shared anguish of second violins. From my seat in the viola section, we would share a glance, a wink.
She was kind. When I told her of my growing affections, she suggested we take a different course. I decided my life was better with her in it, and agreed. We remained friends, wrote letters, flirted without romance, talked of life, of dreams, of the future.
In time, though, our paths diverged. Other loves and other dreams led us both away from our hometown. Our letters grew infrequent, then stopped.
Decades passed.
Then, a note. An email. Is that you? Do you remember me? (more…)
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 