Loss.
All the emptiness
like blank paper.
I fill blank paper
with all I have left.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
Thursday, June 6, 2013
SHARING
We all share poverty:
winos sleeping on concrete,
children with weekend fathers.
But the sun strolls over the horizon
and steam lifts off the frost
floats high and mingles
with the blue flower of sky.
The sun is a pulsing heart
offering the earth life.
To wake to bright sunlight
and open a window to the weather
is a gift.
That gift remains
as the sun stays put,
while we on the ground
turn away again and again.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
winos sleeping on concrete,
children with weekend fathers.
But the sun strolls over the horizon
and steam lifts off the frost
floats high and mingles
with the blue flower of sky.
The sun is a pulsing heart
offering the earth life.
To wake to bright sunlight
and open a window to the weather
is a gift.
That gift remains
as the sun stays put,
while we on the ground
turn away again and again.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
Friday, May 31, 2013
WINTER EVENING
Hope flys like a sparrow
and darkens as the sky darkens
with the promise of death each night
migrating with the season.
Copyright 2013 David Elsey
and darkens as the sky darkens
with the promise of death each night
migrating with the season.
Copyright 2013 David Elsey
Saturday, December 15, 2012
THEY PISS IT AWAY
They piss it away,
some of our gifted artists.
Suicide slow or fast.
Just another corpse.
copyright 2012 David Elsey
some of our gifted artists.
Suicide slow or fast.
Just another corpse.
copyright 2012 David Elsey
Thursday, January 19, 2012
THE ONLY ONES TO LOVE
The people who give a fuck
are the only ones to love.
They've been in the minority
all their lives.
When they need it:
lend them money,
let them sleep on your couch,
listen to their problems.
We've got to stick together,
the buddy system,
all we have is each other.
Copyright 2008 David Elsey
are the only ones to love.
They've been in the minority
all their lives.
When they need it:
lend them money,
let them sleep on your couch,
listen to their problems.
We've got to stick together,
the buddy system,
all we have is each other.
Copyright 2008 David Elsey
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
NEVER THE SAME
After his wife died
his laugh was not as bright,
his thoughts not as sharp.
He had his family and friends.
Hell, he even loved his job.
He took long walks
through the streets of Portland,
seemed to be searching for her,
like someday he would find her.
He never went with another woman.
He lived 21 more years, till 77,
and when he died I hope he found her.
copyright 2011 David Elsey
his laugh was not as bright,
his thoughts not as sharp.
He had his family and friends.
Hell, he even loved his job.
He took long walks
through the streets of Portland,
seemed to be searching for her,
like someday he would find her.
He never went with another woman.
He lived 21 more years, till 77,
and when he died I hope he found her.
copyright 2011 David Elsey
Saturday, August 20, 2011
MY SENIOR YEAR
The vicious, blameless, universe
killed two high school girls
in my class in 1971.
Betty Wong was smart and sweet,
taken by leukemia.
Susan Thompson, promising poet,
by suicide.
Tonight, forty years later, I think of them.
They would never go on
to the new possibilities women would have.
No college, career, marriage, family.
All that was left
were some good people
crying in the night.
copyright 2011 David Elsey
killed two high school girls
in my class in 1971.
Betty Wong was smart and sweet,
taken by leukemia.
Susan Thompson, promising poet,
by suicide.
Tonight, forty years later, I think of them.
They would never go on
to the new possibilities women would have.
No college, career, marriage, family.
All that was left
were some good people
crying in the night.
copyright 2011 David Elsey
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