Darnuth Keep

Clipped Wings – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 15:48:49 +0000

We teach a child to sing
And he sings.
We ask a bird to sing
And she sings.

Then we clip her wings.
Then we tell him “no.”
So she can’t fly
And he doesn’t fly.

For safety,
So she doesn’t leave
The world we want him to know
Behind.
To do
What she was born to do
What he was born to do.

The Hole – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 15:23:19 +0000

A pothole.
A bump in the road or a hole down to hell?
Just one of those things
that happen in life,
Or the straw that cuts with a razor edge
And flays skin from soul?
A word?
A frown?
A curse tumbling down from uncaring mouths?
A call that never comes
from a friend
a bother
a mother.
Separation from humanity
until the human is not.
The entity is lost.
Just forgotten.
Only lonely.
Simply a hole to hell
that yesterday was once
a bump in the road.

Perfection – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Mon, 31 May 2010 15:00:57 +0000

I see perfection everyday
Dancing across your lips,
Swaying as you walk in your hips,
In your breath as you lay.

I hear perfection when you speak
And in the notes you sing.
Gentle names you call and linger
When you talk soft and weak.

I feel perfection in your touch,
Your hands or feet or hair,
Your breathing when you are near
Surrounds me like flowers.

To My Son – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Sat, 29 May 2010 14:54:45 +0000

I see you.
Do you see me.
What do you see?

I hear you
But you don’t speak.
What do you say?

I touch you.
You shrink away.
What do you feel?

I reach out.
You reach out.
We don’t connect.

You cry.
You are sad
And lonely.

I cry.
I want to
reach you.

You cry.
I cry.
I love you.

I cry
You cry.
You love me.

Somehow
Someway
I want to be your Daddy.

Liberal Movement – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Thu, 27 May 2010 14:40:59 +0000

Rising and falling, the mazy motions
meander and oscillate between waves of
expectation and some crazy notion.

Called to a dirty impossible task.
I ponder my predicament; to follow
or fulfill, what can fail, or what can last.

Now, with my mind made up, variation
as my constant, I begin my descent,
to absolute annihilation.

But rescuing me on a twisted thought,
comes a pang of desperation to know
if I am doing what is right, or not.

Now I stand against the violation
of my ability and innate right
to refuse choice of my own volition.