The Old Poet In The Park

In a city park, an elderly man in a navy blue worsted wool coat and scarf, breathed a warm breath into winter air as he sat motionless on a bench. With silvery hair and thick eyebrows, he lo…

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Beyond Sentience

It pleases me to please you,
to hear your utterings that only
angels understand and
I marvel at the gossamer
golden line between
pain and pleasure…

what are you reaching for in thin air?
at arm’s reach, in that miraculous,
near breathless instant when;
you speak in tongues.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Sometimes, the Solitude Answers

I inquire to the gaunt trees,
“What is your musing
in the deepest winter?”
“A song for hope, a dream of spring’s
waking caress,”
is a lone sparrow’s reply.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Something That Never Goes Without Saying

On a daily basis a dozen times,
I repeat a phrase that bolsters my soul,
Often in a way that gleefully chimes
And without these words, I would not feel whole.

I can remember when I did not know,
How very vital this saying could be,
Not only its meaning, but how to show,
Became a great epiphany to me.

Divine intervention softened my shell,
Yes, eventually I saw the light,
On three simple words I began to dwell
And saying them often just seemed so right.

Granted they are uttered to just a few,
I never neglect the words, “I love you.”

Copyright Michael J Donnelly 2016

Shadows (Haiku)

Slither down mountains
caressing scree slopes and firs
wraiths chased by the sun

Copyright Michael J Donnelly 2016

Luckily Though, Dogs and Hogs Can Be Trained

“Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you.”
Matthew 7:6 English Standard Version (ESV)

Do not give what is holy to the dogs,
Do not cast your pearls before filthy swine,
Because there are those who live like the hogs;
Fully adamant that such life is fine.

Dogs and hogs are born as carnal species,
Fulfilling the flesh is their diversion,
They sometimes even eat their own feces;
And are often given to perversion.

Luckily though dogs and hogs can be trained
And from this good things come to fruition,
So there’s nothing lost and much to be gained;
As they both can adapt to transition.

Of course I speak of those morally lost;
Who live corrupt lives and pay a great cost.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

My Spirit Will Be Near My Dear

Should fate be harsh and come too soon,
And fell me like a tall oak hewn,
Take heart and do not waste much tear;
My spirit will be near my dear.

I pray that you would find relief,
That you would not dwell long with grief,
Instead grasp faith and do not fear;
My spirit will be near my dear.

My plea to God would be heard loud,
Like summer thunder above cloud,
In dreams I’d whisper in your ear;
“My spirit will be near my dear.”

Should fate be harsh and come too soon,
My spirit will be near my dear.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Smeared Ink and Thoughts of Love

I found a note once in a parking lot, plain white,
rain-soaked, dropped accidentally I guess, with
just two words, “My Love.”

Maybe it was the shortest love letter ever or
the author was at a loss for words, who knows
but I do understand that sometimes, love
is not about words but more so
about action like; starved eyes glancing
across a room at the object of their affection or
a touch so tender that it electrifies all
your senses, melting into your soul.

I hoped whoever wrote the note, could always
experience what I knew to be; beyond words.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Recall Our Love As Summer In The Shade

I beg these memories in time not fade
Rusted and crisp as the leaves of late fall;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

Your skin was cool as the finest of jade
Till our lips met and I held you in thrall,
I beg these memories in time not fade.

I am glad our hearts not easily swayed
Held tight to weather through many a squall;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

And the moments we bowed our heads and prayed,
When under God’s arms we felt very small,
I beg these memories in time not fade.

Not for riches one moment would I trade
For blessed life I have cherished it all,
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

My devotion, dear is a price well paid,
On Heaven’s shores my love for you I scrawl,
I beg these memories in time not fade;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

Villanelle/love poem
Michael J.Donnelly©2016

When The Northern Finches Dance In Bare Trees

There is a foreboding scent in the air,
Calico flora contrasts the gray sky,
Autumn paints scenery with adept flare,
Winter’s a stalking cat lingering nigh.

Arctic winds will soon blow with cruel force,
Stripping all trees and the bushes near bare
And the remnants of leaves, brittle and coarse,
Will be picked by doting moms from kid’s hair.

Skeletal birches and aspens will cringe,
Wicked jealous of evergreens and firs
Who remain fully clothed, though sporting dinge
Presented by season’s blustery blurs.

When the Northern Finches dance in bare trees,
I know that there will soon be a hard freeze.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

When Autumn’s Somber Shadow Grows (Kyrielle Sonnet)

When autumn’s somber shadow grows, Cross desiccated leaves, it knows The tilting of the earth has wrought; Sun parallels horizon taut. When vestiges of summer fade, When festive harvest plans are m…

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When Autumn’s Somber Shadow Grows (Kyrielle Sonnet)

When autumn’s somber shadow grows,
Cross desiccated leaves, it knows
The tilting of the earth has wrought;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When vestiges of summer fade,
When festive harvest plans are made,
When souls crouch near a hearth that’s hot;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When tantalizing baked smells waft,
When thresholds battle fall’s cold draft,
When house pets claim their cozy spot;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When autumn’s somber shadow grows;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016