The Poet's House

#death

  • Cooksville Creek

    a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come… Continue reading

  • The Thirsty Horse

    I led a thirsty horse to an empty troughin a town without a name. Wrapped the horse’s lead around a wooden polethen stepped into the saloon.Cobwebs and poker chips littered the room.Overturned chairs and a broken piano left nothing for the… Continue reading

  • Crow’s Nest Warning

    The Great Captain has gone insanelashing at the sea with all his mightas thunder echoes and lightning strikeswill he be forever lost? Dejected souls stand the shorelineawaiting answers that will never comefeel the rain upon the facefor its the only… Continue reading

  • Waiting On Ice

    I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free.… Continue reading

  • In Death

    there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of… Continue reading