Saturday, June 11, 2011

Razor Blades


Ink and Water color / ajanon 2003


Lost in Thought

Each empty room becomes cellular,
independent, sterile seeking fertile
involvement to fill it with worth.

Empty rooms do not belong
to any definition, thoughts without
action belong to nothingness.

Walking with words unspoken
are like books written without
readers to bring them to life.

Wanders, seekers, dreamers
find these rooms, giving structure
meaning, virility and belonging.

jerryd. / ajanon 2011 June

Friday, June 10, 2011

Off the Cuff


Extemporaneous

words which touch
one’s heart; one’s mind.
Strange it is how we react
to words, written in lines;
pages of how did I get here,
what is the purpose, what
is important, communicating
clearly cannot overcome lack
of understanding.

Thoughts become etched on
stones; symbols on walls,
marks in the dirt of time
only to find utterances
practical for the period.

Ordered symbols became
words when placed together
to mimic utterance of the nature
the howl of wolves and the
call of birds
from this came the word.
Jerryd. 2011 June

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Candle / poem by Jerry d.

UNLIT CANDLE

Wick and wax
of tallow smells
stands indifferent alone,
in the colorlessness  a
silent sentinel emblematic
of many minds stands
in an empty room.
In darkness it stands
as silence grows,
engulfing space.
The Icon awaiting fire.