Category: Poetry

Christmas Crossing

I haven't written a better Christmas poem yet. So I'll keep celebrating with this one. Merry Christmas.

 

Christmas Crossing

 

It’s Christmas Eve and my wife is napping

At the other end of the couch

Dreaming in a Santa hat

 

Tonight when she wakes

And after tomorrow’s presents

I’ll try my best to remind her

That my life is more complete

Better and more real

Than I could have imagined for myself

 

Her presence animates my life

Not in a slavish sense of duty

But through the constant commitment of love

Densely defined and elaborate

Telling as the Rubicon, broad as the Nile

I have fully crossed over

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

My Gold

 

Fools gold is a misnomer

I feel fairly certain

The gold we claim for our own

Without thought to its purity

Is exactly what we need it to be at that moment

And without another’s eyesight

And judgment

The gold remains

Perhaps it’s only our desire

To please others

That reveals us as fools

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2008

 

 

Thoughts on Writing- Nikki Giovanni’s Resignation

 

Resignation 


by Nikki Giovanni

 

I love you

because the Earth turns round the sun

because the North wind blows north

sometimes

because the Pope is Catholic

and most Rabbis Jewish

because winters flow into springs

and the air clears after a storm

because only my love for you

despite the charms of gravity

keeps me from falling off this Earth

into another dimension

I love you

because it is the natural order of things

 

 

This is the first stanza of a poem I anticipate loving forever. My wife and I used this for a reading at our wedding and several years later, I like the poem even more than I did then. Giovanni is not generally perceived as a romantic poet but she has a deep vein of passion within her work that does, at times, take on a specifically romantic form.


Part of what I like so much about Resignation is that Giovanni reminds her reader that being in love should feel absolutely, perfectly normal.

 

I know many folks who don’t buy into Giovanni’s premise. Instead, they feel most comfortable with problematic, difficult and contentious romantic relationships. To an extreme, I know someone who ended a relationship because it wasn’t challenging enough. Things were too smooth for her liking. That’s an almost unbelievable concept to me. If you’re in love with someone, shouldn’t your standard experience with that person be pleasant and enjoyable? Shouldn’t trouble between you be the exception to the rule?

 

In Resignation, Giovanni defines love as the organizing principle of life in an amorous relationship. In the world she creates in this poem, love is the backdrop to how we live and who we are. Perhaps it’s only because I’m a hopeful romantic but I’m convinced that she’s on the right track. Whatever the reason, I’ll go with it. Joyfully.

 

I love you

because it is the natural order of things

 

Indeed.

 

FDO

 

 

Falling Grace

 

The rain crashes down from heaven

And today, the sinner and the saint

The righteous and the wicked

Will all give a moment’s thought to nature

 

The clouds pour their sustenance on all

In grace, not in judgment

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sharing Smiles

 

One of the few 'purpose' poems I've written, Sharing Smiles was crafted to celebrate my best friend's wedding. 

 

 

We’re sharing a sacred smile

Filled with memories

Of that first concert

Whispering secrets

Holding each other

 

Sharing a smile reminds us

Of falling in love

Suddenly, deeply

Knowing that, yeah

You’re the one I need

 

Our shared smile transports us

Beyond this moment

Into a future

We are joyously

Building together

 

This smile means sharing love

The most sacred gift

We provide each other

Lasting our lifetimes

Echoing forever

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2011

 

 

 

Hoosier Autumn

 

Yellow orange green gold red

And nearly brown

Coexisted on the third full day

Of Hoosier Autumn

With tall, thinning pines

Swaying in the background

 

Our sweetly deciduous forest

Shimmers cleanly, clearly

And warmly

Much warmer than the winds themselves

 

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

 

Dead Settlers Moon

 

There’s a dead settlers moon tonight

When the sky is full of piercing light

Forcing the world into noticing the depth of shadows

Sparked in white not yellow

 

These were the nights

When crossing no man’s lands

Led to rampant success for the bow strung warriors of the Sioux and Lakota

While the cavalries of gunpowder and smallpox blankets

Never seemed to arrive in time

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

 

Summer Nights (#3): Lullabye

 

The rain has ended

In its place, a bright cloudless night

Damp and soft, the earth seems to sigh

Thanking the cool, slow breeze

For bringing such peace

 

The sounds of summer

Are absent now

And all I hear

Is the whisper of the wind’s long

Sweet lullabye

 

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2002

 

 

The Little Dipper

 

I looked into the night sky

Once, early this spring

And discovered the Little Dipper

Rising into the heavens

From just above my roof

 

For thousands of years

The rich and the poor

The wise and the dumb

Have all looked in wonder

At these same few stars

 

Blinding them, gently

Then guiding their vision

Into the heavens

Far above their earth

 

So it feels nice that I

Can share in that wonder

Contemplating the same

Hidden gorgeous mysteries

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2011