Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving

May we all be thankful for who and what we have. And remember those who have not or who are unable to be with their families and friends. God's peace be with them, and with us all. 

Friday, November 22, 2013

As My Bugle Gently Weeps (11/22/63)

a moment of silence,
for a moment
I will not forget;
for a man,
I will not forget;
I stand,
with eyes closed
and lips slightly pursed,
I raise my bugle,
to emit
one last goodbye;
trying to be still,
trying to be calm,
I choke on a note,
as a tear
from my horn.

© 2013 Joseph Powell

Monday, November 18, 2013

Blue Is The Magic Number

though I’m not one to adhere to,
or be defined by, labels;
nor inclined to be fitted into certain parameters;
if you were to press me,
or choose to dig down,
to my very essence,
to the core of who I am--
you would find
that blue
is my favorite color;

the color
that inspired rhapsodies
and baseball teams;
it is the signifier of a particular mood,
the foundation
of nearly every musical genre
on this planet,
if the pictures from space
are to be believed,
is also blue;

it is the color of harmony--
if you don’t believe me,
imagine our country’s flag without it;
could be one of the reasons,
why we’re called the United States
(could you imagine if we
were only made up of
only red states?);

is the color of life;
it is
the color of God’s glory,
one of the primary colors
in His divine palette;

is the color of this poem,
if its words
could be enveloped
in any particular color,
each letter,
a different shade
or variation
of indigo,
even those words
make blue sound beautiful,
which it is.

I give you
which is,
in a sense,
giving of myself;
and I hope,
that you will accept it,
in the spirit
of which it was given,
which is also

© 2013 Joseph Powell

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