Windowed Night Jon Hillenbrand, October 26, 2016 Falling rain Lighting up By passing cars And flashy bars Like lightning bugs In mason jars As far’s the eye can see The sea makes a plea To be the sky To fly But heavy water falls In walls Like posters stuck to China’s walls The distant land As complex as a band Details like sand A dragon flies with Eyelashed-eyes A child cries As parents bring her to the skies Across the sea With it’s plea To be the sky Like the eye Of the child looking high Through the windowed night A metal kite And she fills her eyes with the light Of a thousand stars Like distant cars Numerous as strangers all around and new Unhappy feeling blue Her far off land a memory Like the view of the sea Windowed from her seat Neat but a strange way to greet Her new life should be sweet Connecting friends from a Tweet Life a giant street Looking down can be sad Up can be glad Out can be mad or bad or wearing plaid Life anew, near or far Looking up to see the stars Filling her eyes with Mars and quasars She looks so high And lets out a sigh As her eyes twinkle like a perfect night sky Poetry LifenightpoempoemsPoetrythought
Poetry Rosary of thought unread aloud October 6, 2010May 10, 2013 It’s a rosary of thought, it’s over and over, and it runs through my head from bead to bead. It doesn’t matter. Like a fight with myself. You know, eventually, I’m going to win. So I wait for the victory. I close my eyes and wait for the victory to… Read More
Poetry Crystallized Porcelain January 27, 2019January 27, 2019 Crystallized porcelain alights on the window of the poet, waiting for him to notice. He watches as the sun melts her just enough to fall away and glide on the wind like a smoke. She turns, rises and falls like a bedroom breath, glittering through his life, a chaos of… Read More
Poetry How do I love thee December 25, 2009December 30, 2015 Man is a wonder. So full of possibility, so acutely a master of all things good and evil. Often we gather to push together, our efforts as one more powerful than the sum of the individuals. We chose to go to the moon, not because it was easy Read More