Redhead

I saw a bird today
I got a good look
Before he flew away

With wings that flutter
And red on his head
We looked at each other
And this is what he said

“I flap my wings to fly
I flap them when I am glad
I sing a sad song when I cry
I sing merrily with my friends”

With that he tilted his beak
And said farewell
Flew off to greet his friends
A bluebird and a cardinal.

4/6/20

Path Never Ending

Lost in the dense fog
Gloom hangs on the trees
On this Path devoid,
I travel

Long after dusk
Ages until dawn
On this Path,
Never ending
I travel alone

Snow, fresh fallen
Buries the landscape

Where I have been
I do not see
Where I go
I never know

Lost on this Path,
Never ending
Gloom all around

I continue to travel
Until maybe
I will see
A turn in the Path.

4/5/20

Darkness of My Prison

Caught in this pit
I cannot get out
Locked in this prison
Of my own accord.

Despair draped heavily over me
I want to cry out for somebody
But there would be no answer
For I sit alone here in this pit
This pit of decay.

In the darkness of my prison
I am consumed by a feeling
This madness threatens me.
Why will this not end?

Light from above creeps down
Littering the darkness here
With specks of brilliance
A contrast that exasperates.

The world is out there
While I am down here
Rotting away in this prison
This pit of decay.

While I write this,
My body rots
My mind corrodes.

Down there,
All the way
Down here,
In this pit of decay.

4/6/20

Drifting Through Space

Drifting through open space,
Lost somewhere in the sky.

I see the light,
As I begin to slip off into night.
Forgotten are my worries,
They were left far behind.

I am chilling,
As all movement dies.
Space grows,
My mind begins to go.

Wasted time gone.
I realize how I miss you,
As I begin to cry.

I left it all below,
Never thought I’d look back.
Foresight was not in the plan,
Should have looked ahead.

Drifting forever.
Hopelessly lost in the heavens,
I take my last breath,
Knowing that I will never,
I will never forget you.

Your smile did always brighten my day…

This one was written way back, probably at the end of high school into that summer. I always really liked this poem. A friend of mine even turned it into a song back then.

Wood Smoke

Wood smoke fills my lungs
As the fire is sparked
The Sun settles in the trees
Brushing the sky a burnt pink

Sappy logs crackle
As embers burn and glow
Fire burning, breathing the air
Smoke rising from the wood

Sitting around the pyre
Tales are told
The past relived
Futures foretold

As smoke rises from the wood
Food is roasted over the flames
Cooked until burnt
Sometimes more

When the food is gone
And the wood is but embers
We say farewell

Soon all that remains
Under the stars
Is the glow of embers
And the smell of smoke.

4/5/20

Notecard Series

Starting on Monday April 6th, I will be posting a weekly poem from a series. I found 6 poems written on notecards while cleaning my room awhile ago. I have vague memories of writing them. All I know for sure is that I wrote them during college. I will be posting one each Monday for 6 weeks. So I hope you enjoy discovering them as much as I did!

INK

From the shadows of my needs
A tall haunting figure approaches
Wielding a black ink fountain
He begins to speak.
 
Script flowing from his whip
On the pages, the shrieking storm
Of time flows out, pouring a never
Ending stain of blood on the floor.
 
Words curled around his tongue,
The man of old begins
To weave ice in threads
Bringing you to his ends.
 
Enter the labyrinth he presents
A void of lovely comprise.
In the lost times
Of a word so fine
We live our lives in a lie.
 
His words are forever
Permanent marks on a canvas
Forever my body shall be thine.
 
Print within the dotted line.
 
- A R McRae

This is a old poem written back during either late high school or early college days. It was most likely written on my iPod.