Nothing Unusual

immersed in stunning depths

waves crash in all directions

some wash over

forcing longer breaths

floating upon others

sunbeams warm from above







seeking that space

ambiguous but familiar

cautiously forward

questions abound

answers planted in hearts

rooted in souls

He Walked With a Cane

a young maple

once lived inside

in yesterday’s gone by

branches cracked with age

carry the weight still today

he now walks with a cane

fear dwells deep inside

wanting always to kill it

but never knowing how

driven down roads of sadness

lost and misguided

he now walks with a cane

hiding in open spaces

with eyes clenched tight

racing darkness

in red and black

this dream is now alive

he now walks with a cane

stars above

swoon against the night

while the heart won’t go outside

dawn will arrive

grey and early

he now walks with a cane

hopeful rays of morning

have cracked the sky

winning for now

having faith in the blue and gold

new words are penned today

he now walks with a cane

Inkless Pen

the welcome burn of today’s first swallow

quickly fades

as my mind wanders from the edge

seeking space from my own reflection

racing backwards

realizing I never had control

an anchor is weighty at my heels

slowing time

night’s silence has me in the shadows

don’t apologize for the pain

carry on

it’s no one’s fault that I am so afraid

the novel I am writing has no words

empty spaces

guaranteeing I will never reach the end

world on a stick
art: jacob perlman
spray paint on picket


none of this is what was meant to be

at least that is what had sat inside my mind

the other side of days are making me believe

scripts are often written from the end

waking up without you

angry with everything beyond my reach

trusting in the reasons I have yet to learn

I will forgive all I do not understand

I have found much of myself under settled ash

the fires that once burned

held passion and ushered in grief

sweeping away the weight is proving quite the task

Bartlett, NH
photo: i. perlman

Always Searching for a Tune

you think you know me

you don’t know me

I barely know myself

the melody inside my soul

opens up the doors

wish I knew where I was going

do you have time for another story

if you listen I will look for words

please just tell me what it means

I will look to leave a piece of me

that rests inside for just a while

it may carry us until the dawn

if I am giving you

everything I do not have

one of us may find the way home

turn away before you fall apart

I will close my eyes

and wait for all the tears to dry

white mountain beauty
somewhere in NH
photo: i. perlman

She Will Fly

a song

it rests inside her heart

of this I am sure

anxious are the steps

in each unlit morn

a soul so deep

and painfully pure

her hand

I look to take

but so often I cannot reach

innocence dimmed in life’s realities

pushing forward

in hope that tomorrow’s sunset

continues to teach

walking paths laid at her feet

feeling half full

has her seeking a choice

the journey

sows the seeds

a song will be sung

as she finds her voice

Lincoln Woods
Lincoln, RI
photo: i. Perlman