Impossible Love
Impossible love.
By whose standards?
Age carries an opposing banner,
As our hearts lie
alone
at the other end.
Why must this
be?
Love tolerates no division.
Young reflects from my mirrors,
Innocence finds me
prisoner.
Old is shown in your glass,
Appearance hold you
captive.
Two worlds run parallel,
Never meeting.
They feel,
While we cannot.
Our
lips touch
their blades of incongruity.
Impossible love!
Why must this be?
Friends win, the world triumphs,
We lose.
Pleasing
them, our hearts suffer consequence.
Ignorance,
Prejudice—Sadness
Invoke
our destruction.
This poem was written while I was in college and appeared in After the Storm, National Library of Poetry,
Editor Diana Zeiger
Fallen Leaves
It clings ever so tightly to the bond
that ties to life.
Envious face overturns
from the approaching storms;
hiding.
Offerings of fruit embellish its bosom.
Skies grey
as
rainbows of yellow and crimson
radiate.
Dulness finally surmounts.
Torn from habitation, it falls in agony-
Relieved with a mere crush of
the foot.
Then left flaming;
withering.
One is sent
to quickly take the vacant place,
Only to repeat.
It
clings ever so tightly to the bond
that
ties to life.
Benediction
Good News is shouted from Main and 2nd.
The doves are gliding overhead.
An old man smiles
as he is engulfed,
thereby enslaved.
Others are cursed with their freedom.
Sulfur incense embodies the multitudes,
as this one strolls on golden pathways.
He turns to a dark shadow,
bearing only demise
and falls to the ground.
Hands of the robed lift him up.
These two poems were written in my Creative Writing class in college. They were selected
by the professor, Jack Troutner, to be included in the annual collection of writings called the Aurora. He also
chose these two for inclusion in his curriculum for classes to follow.
