Darkness and Light The things that go “bump” in the night,That test our resolve and our grit,The howl in the blackness; the plightThat we face leaves us lonely, unfit. But when challenges unseen we face,When fear as a fixture descends,Then hope in o’ercoming embrace,That light against darkness defends.
Author Archives: Darrell Zuercher
Poem for April 18, 2020
Words Sharing of thoughts and of feelingOf episodes, fun and appealingDesires and ambitions, of closureOr sadness, unwanted exposureSend hope and encouragement to allWho linger in solitude’s thrall.
Poem for April 17, 2020
Full of Potential The brushes unstained by the ink it contained,The paper unblemished and clean;The well and the tray are unmarred, on display.All items within are pristine.Calligraphy implements, unused and wrapped,Full of potential, but silent, untapped.
Poem for April 16, 2020
The Last to Cross The last on the road was a doe.But Michael was sure she would goAcross his lane faster,But just as he passed her,The buck’s rack smashed through his window.
Poem for April 15, 2020
How Like Dreams Those words you cannot fathom coming from his mouth–Cutting, slashing, stabbing, vicious, wrong.Poetic, praising, gracious, as in song. Those sights you cannot see but in imagination–Dizzying, perilous, threatening, extreme.Magnificent, blazing, lustrous, agleam. Sensations you cannot duplicate even by design–Shivering, twisting, falling, flailing.Floating, drifting, soaring, sailing. Our minds unhinged from conscious reality–Playing out …
Poem for April 14, 2020
Words The wonder of wordsLies within their conveyor,As both sword and salve.
Poem for April 13, 2020
Why? To what end do we struggle?To what goal do we strive?For what gain do we labor?What causes us to thrive? Is it merely profit,That our attention gains?Or maybe fame and gloryIs why our body strains. For vain and hollow prizesDo we our talents waste,Rushing to exhaustion,Our ending, in our haste? More to life there …
Poem for April 12, 2020
Spirit With spirit she pounced on her beau,Expecting to give him a go.But the spirits, he drank.To a stupor, he sank.And his dinner up he did throw.
Poem for April 11, 2020
With This Ring The void, consuming, ever with no form, spewed life at Your command.Grand in splendor, endless variations, comic, fierce, and timid,Giving life and color over all the earth and sky, beast and leaf.And he mirroring your image, over all, breathed you life to Man. By greed o’ertaken, devoured he the fruit forbidden!Grasping firmly …
Poem for April 10, 2020
The Tree that Shaded Me I did not plant the tree that shaded me.It was one of many that I sought.When another boy hit or berated me,It would shelter and would judge me not. I did not tend the tree that shaded me.It arrived with the house I bought.Alas, the shading ended suddenly,When storms within …
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