Sanity crawls on a tightrope of reason;
fibers of faith
anchored to the unknown
leading to darkness.
Fibers
(tweeted 01/19/2014)
Author Archives: Marc Gilbert
Stem to Stern
(tweeted 1/17/2014)
Stem to stern and ship to shore
Composing rhyme is not a chore
no plot required, no complex scheming
the magic lies within the meaning
Equality
(tweeted 1/16/2014)
Bootless walk the muddled mess
pebbles prod, thorns prick
a blood sacrifice
mingled droppings of a generation
without distinction –
equal
Nothing
(first appeared in “The Lyric”, Volume 73, No.1 – Winter 1993)
Poor me, we cry, then wash our hands;
this world of ours makes such demands
and no one knows just where we stand
and so we stand for nothing.
For now we hold, as science shows:
that nothing is and no one knows.
Our course is cast upon the flows
of, from, and back to nothing.
We build our castles by the sea
and conscious of the irony,
ignore the tides of destiny
as if we thought them nothing.
Workaday
(first appeared in “The Lyric”, Volume 73, No.1 – Winter 1993)
Awake again to tasks and daily ways;
Reluctant rise to foot the well worn soil,
the stomach calls, the spirit set, obeys;
surrenders contemplation for the toil.
Plunged from a slumberous sanctum into moil,
the mind proscribed to nigglings magnifies
each feather-weighted doing to a deed,
each step to leap, each act to enterprise.
The flesh, disdainful, strives to solemnize
the squalid thoughts which witlessly obey;
that void of sovereign value hold the prize
of sustenance for the ensuing day.
The torpid night serves only to restore
sufficient dint to propagate the chore.
Remnants
(tweeted 01/16/2014)
Symbols etched in standing stone
mark the rest of flesh and bone.
Pains forgotten, pleasures past –
it’s only words and work that last.
Easy Promises
(tweeted 01/15/2014)
Easy to promise
difficult to reach
if only thought
preceded speech.
Wonder
(tweeted 01/14/2014)
It never ceases to amaze
amidst such wonder
such malaise
Indie
(tweeted 1/13/2014)
Labor loved though labor still,
you’d think it’d pay at least one bill.
Time Flies
(Ok the credit is longer than the poem… WHISPERING WORLDS-The A/A/ Productions Horror/Fantasy/Science Fiction Poetry Anthology 2001)
Some moments pass, transcending time,
aware of their transgression;
while those within claim their own minds
distorted the progression.