My Title of Liberty

     "In Memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." - Alma 46:12    


My Poems from 1992

A cloud-shrouded peak in the cold rarified air, lofty and inaccessible
a mountain spring bubbling from beneath a rock
a cotton cloud in an otherwise clear blue sky
a pearl glinting in an oyster
the Evening Star on a moonless night
an oasis in the desert
the full moon just before sunrise
the last brown leaf on the tree.

A fly, struggling in a spider's web
an eagle riding the currents of the air
a canary in a gilded cage
a wandering lamb
a spaniel left in a car while its owners are shopping
a robin's egg in the grass.

A weather-worn barn
a prison tower
a rope bridge over a chasm
a deserted lighthouse on a jetty
the caboose of an empty train
a broken-down carousel in a forgotten fairground.

A snowman wasting away in the grass
an errant balloon
the forgotten toy
a floating bottle with a note inside
the last crust of bread.

An empty mailbox
junk mail
a busy signal
reaching an answering machine
an echo
receiving a cold shoulder.

A ship at sea in a storm
a flat tire and no spare
a hitchhiker's thumb.

An orphan sleeping in a cardboard box in an alley
a child crying because she cannot find her parents in a crowd
a condemned man blind-folded in front of a firing squad
a football quarterback
a pioneer
a straggler
a dreamer of dreams
a man or woman at prayer
a sinner
the self-righteous
a leper calling out, "Unclean!"

unrequited love
having to always be right
losing a friend
the death of a loved one -staring up from the mud through barb-wire and tracer rounds
peace and quiet.

What we always are
What we never are.
Summer 1992
written for my writing class at Chemeketa Community College.