Wednesday, January 27, 2016

hunger pangs


sometimes
we get a taste
of tomorrow
a tease on the tongue
but we are afraid
to bite into it
to swallow
to savor something
before it’s served

other times
the flavor of yesterday
remains
long past its ripeness
when we should know
to spit it out
and move on

but most times
we drink in the tasteless
moments of today
washing down
our hope for the future
while the dreams we harbor

still linger on our lips

Barry DeCarli
January  22, 2016
On Hammond Pond

©Barry DeCarli


Friday, January 8, 2016

mourning



maybe when someone dies
a new black hole opens
somewhere
in the universe
a place where the soul
can find respite in its great journey forward
beyond our understanding
out of sight of our grief
leaving behind the sounds of our sorrow

but what of our private tears
the sorrow  we do not share
at an afternoon vigil
or at a grave site
as we mourn strangers
as those we knew
what of the sobs no one hears
who can fathom their meaning

does a black hole open
to accept those too

Barry DeCarli
January 27, 2012
On Hammond Pond

Copyright 2012 Barry DeCarli