Tag: poetry
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Hope
My mother-in-law, a beautiful human being, passed on from this life today. It’s been a difficult day for the family, and as my wife boards a flight to head home to be with loved ones during this time, I was reminded of one simple word: Hope. It’s a word I strongly believe in. And as…
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I Wrote This Last Night
I wrote this last night. No particular reason, and I’m not even sure what it means. But I kind of like it. I’m thinking folk-rock. Vagabonds of Mercy by Mark W. Sasse Ghostly kin collared high and smart, rolling out till we hit the dawn, Pardoned souls with sing-song hearts, Hit the road until…
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A Vigil for a Starry Night
On a night when the clouds cover the stars like an impenetrable mountain cliff, I wait for a sign. A small tinge up my spine. A desperate plea for the ancient ways to speak once again. I wait for the light, hoping it will come, hoping it will be enough. . The stars, spread brightly…
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A Partial Poem at Midnight
I rarely write poetry anymore. It’s been a long time. I write a lot of lyrics, but for some reason I have completely stopped writing poetry. Which makes this post all the more strange because here’s a poem I wrote last night during the last fifteen minutes before midnight. Your interpretation is as good as…
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An Old School Love Poem for Valentine’s Day
I found this poem I wrote twenty-six years ago. It still applies to my very same Valentine. Meet me tonight amidst the darkening trees, The lunar view they call the lover’s land. We’ll gaze with wonder at the sparkling sea, And walk our world together hand in hand. The lamp lights flicker wildly through the…
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A Taste of Poetry
Here’s something I don’t post too often. A poem or perhaps lyrics I wrote a while back. Bonus, it even rhymes! When danger lurks do I run and hide, or do I fall full-force to the other side. Does it dance with ease like brilliant light that glitters the eve at the break of night. Or does it harness…
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Smashed in Phoenix circa 1988
I came across some old poetry of mine. Trust me, some of it will never see the light of day. But here’s a short one I always kind of liked. Smashed in Phoenix The pigeon-toed fool walked a fine line that night. That night the lights flared in his eagle eye. Strong he stood,…
Author Mark W Sasse 