Drifting Desire

Arias carry me along the sea

a thought drifted on timber inspirations

and ripples of mistakes

no muse to show the way

—-no trail in the endless deep

—-unaware of the drink, the drift

leading still beneath the sun

a projection of bare foot

longing for the stories

sunsets never told.


To Fail: Merely Human

“Try again.  Fail again.  Fail better.”  ~Samuel Beckett

Success may be the human imperative, but it is failure–and the way we deal with it–that makes us human. All people fail. Unless they have somehow managed to scare themselves up a genie and gotten themselves the perfect wish life (and how often do THOSE end well, hm?), at some point you’re not going to succeed. Chalk it up to bad luck (I do, often enough), or self shortcomings, or the world itself come to get you, but it’s a fact we can’t change.

One can take the news gracefully, or they can take it with their own hair clenched so tight in their hands they’ll be bald within the month. Think you’ll rock the bald and proud look? If not, then start working on those breathing exercises. Failure is natural precisely because we are human. We don’t see every potential outcome, particularly going into a new scenario, and we certainly can’t plan for everything. In time, experience will allow us to broaden our knowledge for preparation, but experience is itself built on a mound of failures.

As they say, people don’t learn from success.

Failure, however, builds a hunger in us. Embarrassment, certainly, but also a burning drive not to repeat that embarrassment–to overcome. It hones our mind to a purpose, and allows us to grow as individuals. Without failure, we would be less as people. And it hurts, I know, but people hurt. We feel pain.

Unless we’ve indulged a bit too much in the morphine. (Ending now, before this metaphor gets too out of whack.)

“If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.” 
~Rabindranath Tagore

C’est la vie

They say success

never tastes so sweet

without the sour hors d’oeuvre

of failure’s bounty;

were I but once

to taste the former

I might have some basis

to compare.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! If you get the chance, be sure to check out all the other talented One Stop poets posting there – and what about yourself? If you haven’t signed up yet, and you’re among the creative…what are you waiting for?

Arctic Road

Downtrodden disaster

Dragging destitute through dirty drives,

The ice has broken through

And the hole is widening

As the whole is dividing

This trek, all too familiar

Along this arctic road

Is better left to

Colder men than I.

It’s breaking—

Broken, gone

Everything is cracking

At the seams—

Deep diving through the murk.

Heavy breaths hang

A crystallized admission

But no matter the passing

These burdens never lighten.

My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!


I’m waiting on a light

That may never arrive;

I’m grabbing at the stars

And catching only dust.

Every moment builds into

Another moment lost

And still I wait,

Humming in the night,

As though the world will shine on me

In my ceaseless indolence.

Dreams unravel

It is reality waiting

Not this fiction I have woven

Into this false world.