A Chapter Closes

I found this going through old notebooks of my scribblings. I don't remember where this came from or why, but I enjoyed the imagery in it. Clearly it was from the end of something powerful.

A Chapter Closes  

Love grows, love dies

Much like the winter snow.

Bliss grows old,

People change.

Pain, distrust,

A God becomes a mortal,

A man a devil.

Crash and burn

Emotional slide

Fabric of life rips.

One becomes two.
The end looms,

A chapter longs to close.

Spell Drive

This was a poetic response to  Bruce Nauman's "South American Chair 1981" that I viewed at the Dia Art Museum.

Suspended, imprisoned
No way out.
I hang, caught in
A vortex of my own despair.

Everywhere I turn,
I'm surrounded
By an impenetrable
Circle of an iron cast.

I freeze,
Pierced by the
Hard coldness of
Reality.

The fall
Without an end
And yet,
I yearn...