Musings of a High School Poet in the 1970’s

Each of Us
is a gift
whether we like it 
or not
depends upon
the extent 
of a process
called
unwrapping.
                                                     
                                         -1976

Thoughts flow within me
Like an endless stream
Drifting past the forest pines
Touching the very heart of my soul
Revealing my innermost dreams
Making me free as a butterfly.
My thoughts dance to the music
                          of the wind in the trees
                          the songs of the birds
                          and the roar of waterfalls.

Suddenly -- a storm crashes through
Blocking out my peace with broken
Dreams thundering inside me,
Haunting memories flashing past like lightning
Tears are raining upon my
Peaceful, happy thoughts.
The stream is now a broken mirror
                           reflecting shattered images
                           broken promises
                           and a broken self.

I hear music........
My soul is filling with harmony
After each storm I gain new meaning and expression
Yet my innermost dreams are still clinging
While my rainbow of thoughts stretches
Through my soul and beyond
Glowing radiantly until --
                            I burst
                            and feel
                            and can be
                                  The inner me.

— Word Nerd, 1976

Nature speaks
              softly
                    slowly
Thru
        growth of stemmed treasure
        strength found in newborn deer

Producing a Word.

Nature speaks
               softly 
                     slowly
Thru
        graceful movement of gentle waters
        greenery of a woodland

Producing a sentence.

Nature speaks
              softly
                      slowly
Thru
        shedding of multi-colored tears
        disappearance of earth's fine friends

Producing a paragraph.

Nature speaks
             softly
                     slowly
Thru
        sparkling white flakes
        ice hard as stone

Has man failed to read?


                                                              ---1976   Word Nerd



     


                    

As I stare outside
At a snowy world,
I see an assembly
Of stone people.
                      
                      With frostbitten hearts
                      They communicate in drifts
                      Blowing bitter snowflakes
                      And cold pardon-me's.
Noon
       
       The sun people come forth.
       A battle begins.
       The blanket of snow melts
       Revealing a struggle against yet harder stone

The stone people never give up
They point their icy wand of 
Rejection-blocking out

Sunset
                       The sun people are sunk
                       The stone ones have won.
                       Left to project at themselves
                       They shout of fortune and gain

Standing so proud
In their snowy environment
Their eyes feast upon much
Their hearts yet of stone

                       Existing

                                                                                                  --- 1976   Word Nerd