Dark Night Singing

Closed up the shop

Headed out the door

One thing I knew for sure

It would be a long drive

Dark night singing.


Watched the sunset fade

Into a star filled sky

Didn’t know why

The tears weren’t forming

Dark night singing.


Opened up the window

Just to cool my face

Imaginary embrace

One last moment

Dark night singing.


And though it’s all over

My mind goes round and round

Upside-down over you

And love fades into darkness

As I round one more bend

On a road to nowhere

Or so it seems to me

Dark night singing.


Then it occurs to me

The rumbling road beneath

Becomes a melody

My soul can parody

Dark night singing…


And the words begin to flow.


And though it’s all over

My mind goes round and round

Upside-down over you

And love fades into darkness

As I round one more bend

On a road to nowhere

Or so it seems to me

Dark night singing.

           D. Wittler

Untie the Knot, You Fool

I found the words
And heard the tune
In streaming legal terms
Justice is not blind
It sees beyond the womb
Knows our secrets
Displays the doom
Of mortal combat
In a court room.

Through blood stained eyes
I saw the cross
It held me up
Carried me home
To a silent space
All alone...
Where misery resides
And blind men find
A rope to bind
Tying knots to size
Hoping to unleash the gloom.

A hundred million years
Will find no trace of us
We spent out time
Turned to dust
A pitiful race
But there is redemption
So, untie the knot you fool
And bury the old
Seek the new
In time all wounds heal
And truth lives once again.

D. Wittler 5/13

What can I say about this one? I came across Pink Floyd's "Final Cut" and it struck a chord in me. In spite of all that has happened over the last sixth months in my life, I find something to write about that might resemble poetry. What a treasure to behold!

Monday Monologue

A follow up piece to my last entry. I'm thinking about doing a series on this theme. Your thoughts are appreciated. So, here goes...

Monday Monologue



Monday, May sixth, 2013
Back to where my married life began
Now, only memories
The fountain I once thought
Would never stop
Has gone silent

The books I used to surround myself with
Speak volumes of past lives’
As if I had died
And been reborn a stranger.


First Methodist tolls the six o’clock hour
While “Peace is Flowing Like a River”
Calls from Sunday morning.
My neck aches from sleeping hard
Unknowing of what tomorrow brings.


Life has become a maelstrom
Drawing everything within sight
Downward
Like a giant drain after a hot bath
While a once close friend sparks anew
Hope in the written word.
You are my hero.

Empty Chair Monologue

I met up with some old friends on Sunday and we sat and visited for a while. After all of the drama that has been going on in my life lately, it was great to just catch up, share and have a few good laughs. I often wonder why things happen as they do, but from what I have been reading lately, nothing in life is unplanned or without purpose; the only unfixed variable is our response, otherwise known as "choice." We can either wallow in the mire of the moment, or we can raise it up as an opportunity to make it more. Like the servants who were charged with protecting the masters talents, we can bury them for safe keeping and only give back what we received, or we can invest a little time, effort and skill to produce more of a good thing than what we started with. I took this thought to heart last night as I was preparing for bed. I decided to take the drama of the past and to transform it into something more. The following is the result of a conversation with friends and means for healing. Thank you William Faulkner and William Shakespeare.




Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

“Macbeth” William Shakespeare

Midnight driving

Gentle tolling

Wesley United Methodist

Fading into nothingness

Pulling away from old memories

Reminiscences of bygone days

Sound and fury raises

In my mind a cacophonous roar.

Empty chair monologue

Solace in darkness

Drama plays raw emotion

Man-tears of utter desolation

Like nuclear winter

Destroying all hope

No resolution

No consolation.

Fearful imaginations

Accusatory language

Cross examinations

Peering out from roadside shadows

Like deer caught in headlamps glow

Red eyed and paralyzed like foe

Before the shot gun blast

I am no hero.

                                 -D.A. Wittler