Silence Falls
Silence Falls is my fifth collection of poetry, written over the course of 2004. This anthology has a baker's dozen of poems. Feel free to link to the poems freely, but please contact me before copying/reprinting them.
- Foreword - An opening to the fifth collection.
- Mortality's Confirmation - Though souls might be immortal, the mortal coil will wear and tear and eventually give out.
- Silent Song - Hope might come unlooked for from the unlikeliest of places. And fair can ever turn foul.
- Truth in the Eye - At times one must step back and look at one's life with a critical, truthful eye.
- Sad and Tired - Written in Starbucks, watching an exhausted-looking student study through gritted teeth.
- Time Almighty - I did really run my hand into a wall not long before writing this poem. It hurt, but fortunately not for very long.
- Reflection II - Shameless unabashed romanticism. Good stuff.
- Shattered Man Standing - Almost a prelude to Shattered Glass, this poem calls to mind St. Paul's statement that Christ uses our weaknesses as strengths from which He can work.
- Pixels - Shiruken. Every ninja needs some.
- Intermingled Tales - Anytime I can use computer jargon in a poem, my inner nerd rejoices. But there's really no other succinct way to share the message conveyed herein.
- A Lady Like Air - The title, though fitting, is an anagram, but of what I won't say. She's smart enough to figure it out, however, if ever she reads this. I literally had to pull over into a parking lot, get my laptop out, and write this poem once the first few lines started dancing in my head. On another note, I love the last line.
- No Invisible Umbrella - One day can sometimes seem so incredibly far away when today is just a cold, rainy and gray lonely November day.
- Shattered Glass - Nothing to do with the movie of the same title, this poem builds on themes first explored in Shattered Man Standing. Written entirely in Tech Shuttle, riding from Simmons to Sloan for a finals review session.
- Silence Falls - Written after midnight mass on the Christmas Day. The first couple lines had been bouncing around my head for a few days, but I was surprised at the poem's length, coverage and coherence when I finally let it out. A fitting capstone, I feel.