the pencil poems

copyright, mis_nomer

A Hobbit Song

Friday, May 21, 2004
Sweet fair Lady of the Ring!
Where does your damsel head lie?
Your voice is sweet and heart is kind
Echoing deep of lovely mystery

Lovely sultry Lady of the Ring!
The folds of your garment drape
Over hills and valleys low
Terrain of my mind’s consummation

running on barker road

Wednesday, May 19, 2004
tumbling, procrastinating, and wanting to run
away and feel my heart inside me
like a beating drum with a life of its own,
apart, beyond, above, around.

'till life and body separates
and my story is lost in the pounding stream
of faces, piety, tears, and blood
that churns in the incense before
the throne of God.

pulling and straining to breathe
above the maddening and insignificant babble,
to hear one word one name one phrase
burned into memory by longing

and the drum rushes on
with falling feet on gravel

Ode to Coffee

Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Black liquid exotic,
Your sweet aroma entices
and awakens dreams
of wild Africa, Papua New Guinea,
of puppets dancing in the shadows
of Java
Throbbing
the senses, aroused
Pulsing, dark rivers
of Indochine

Awake!

Awake!

The lover calls
I am yours; you are mine

Alive.