Oct 18 2005
Evidence of Design
Evidence of Design
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This watch is broken,
cracked and crushed by some unknown force,
washed up on some forgotten shore.
Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
Oct 18 2005
Elephant Leg
Elephant Leg
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
There’s a part of you
I cannot see or touch.
In the dark, alone, I know
every curve of your body.
I could sculpt you from memory.
Each detail vivid in
my mind’s eye.
Oct 18 2005
Easy
Easy
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
These words were pre-ordained,
Written at the beginning of time
Without my consent or fore-knowledge,
Carved into the very fabric of time and space
For me.
Oct 18 2005
Dead Blooms & Dog Poison*
Dead Blooms & Dog Poison
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
He bought these dead blooms and
Dog poison for his beloved.
Oct 18 2005
Clearly
Clearly
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I don’t know what to say anymore.
The similes and metaphors have all left
And, in their place, this feeling.
Oct 18 2005
Birthright
Birthright
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This eternal night dissolves,
Consumed by dawn’s desire.
The sun’s fire burns away
All remnants of yesterday.
Oct 18 2005
Amber Eyes [Barney & Miles]
Amber Eyes [Barney & Miles]
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The cat is on the window sill,
Still for a moment,
Except for the end of his tail.
Oct 18 2005
A History of Madness
A History Of Madness
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The cigarette ash burns long as the song plays out on the stout man’s handsome victrola, turned softly toward the dawn. Music becomes a pawn in this game of life. His wife, a slight thing, wrings her hands and cries with eyes full of tears. Years pass and no one knows of the faded memories of seas and songs, of travels beyond this conduit of moments. Tents rise, and nomads rest, the dust and sand caressed their skin and eyes. Horses and camels with detailed enameled reins spit and whinny as the sun lights upon the face of Albert Finney as Geoffrey Firmin, drunk on loss and draped in ermine, waiting for Jacqueline, beset by ghosts that never rest. The faded streets that run along these ancient ways bring faded days to faded ends, resplendent in the dust of history. Continue Reading »
Oct 18 2005
A Glimpse Of Promise
A Glimpse Of Promise
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
We welcome unexpected winter births
in this cold country: A new warmth
delivered in our midst. Continue Reading »