Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts

Sunday, October 29, 2017

friend i seek



i need your friendship

more now, than before;

i feel my aloneness

and the much i have lost

without a companion to chat

to receive a timely counsel!



those around me are too busy

and carry their own grief;

when not busy, or not burdened

with woes, often they are fake!



be not far away; speak loud

to me, and clear, that i may hear!



© henry victor


Thursday, August 31, 2017

focus


two roads diverged at a junction, as i drove
my Ford Focus wagon on the snow
stormy afternoon: one was highway 651
and the other the Grizzly Trail

with no car behind i slowed down to pause
but was sorry i could not travel both, turning
then, to one looked a white carpet with no trace
of tired tires, or tracks of worn out trucks

with only a discrete distinct focus in mind:
shortest route, quickest way home!
and in any case i was no Robert Frost
to take the one less traveled by!

now, i doubted whether i should return
to the trodden black path, until another overtook
my focus: a deep desire to learn the art
to drive also in the slippery arctic, the Polar Trail!

knowing the way to a colored
an insecure immigrant
can be slippery and cold
altering, again, my further focus

© henry victor     10.01.2003









Sunday, May 21, 2017

old shoe




it’s torn around

yet i brush and dust

to put on my feet

for that comfort

no new shoe will give me



© henry victor      31.07.2003





Friday, January 27, 2017

i saw





i saw her

clearly

the only true lover

my death



and i need

no more lovers



i also found

my mother’s lap

and her arm

for my comfort



to lay my head

with warmth

from her body

my own couch



i will lay there

until the city official

pick my cadaver

for fire, recycle



© henry victor       19.04.2016




illusory expectation




time for me today is like a frozen

river, running only underneath

not in my eyes i see a flowing

moving of your hand, a beating



of your heart right within my heart

absence here caused by your busyness

elsewhere made me wait in vain

but i blame you not for my devotion



rooted in an illusory expectation

not solid like my pillow on my bed

for me to indulge in a deeper dream

surfacing from that brain within



© henry victor      23.01.2016