Nate’s Blog

I was quite the romantic when I was younger…ok, well I still am. However, poetry was an emotional outlet for me, a lonely adolescent longing for expression. Some kids drew dragons or flaming skulls. Others went body piercing crazy. I wrote poetry. Can you guess which poem I wrote after breaking up with a girl?! I still write a few poems now and then, just for the fun of it. Carpe Diem!

Colloquial
Many individuals dwindle away
or some just stay and wait,
while devils churn man’s history
among the quivering wakes.

A lustful man becomes a saint,
and the black man changes shades.
The boatman steers past life’s rocks,
to see what damage was made.

A Joke
Within a fog smothered house,
she is laughing,
laughing at me.

that I am the one
with glasses.

The Death of O’Connor
You stared at his hands, thinking to view creation,
yet death left you alone at the water’s edge.
I am sorry for the loneliness, the loss.
Forgive my weak words that dance with youthful time
but soon decay.

Seek consolation beyond the water’s edge.
Look past the damp stiffness and the raw unreal.
For with hope, words are never lost, and warm peace
will smooth the sharp steel edges of the cold emptiness.

Iron Bark
Gray rocks are lying on your roots
and dirt hides them both.
You thrust a brown wrinkled arm
towards an unknown guardian—
a plea, a whisper held by iron bark
so firm, still, but alive
inhaling liquid skies.
Some of the shedding iron is gone.
Brown shells lay on the rocks;
gray muscles expose themselves.
You have lost an arm and hand
broken by swirling clouds
and your heavy dark fingers fall
drooping, shivering.
Such firm solitude against the white
bones and teeth that hurt—
a pillar upon shifting ground.
Such a friend, brother,
and playmate for a boy
who now writes and always loved you.

Falling Leaves
The stream carried us along together,
as we were watched by the silent rocks.

drifting endlessly above.