Friday, February 11, 2022

I Hear The Dawn, A Poem by A. E. Dozat

I Hear The Dawn 

My eyes squint against the white
Crunch of snow
As I travel amongst 
Trees stripped by the seasons
And
Bushes wind-trimmed to unnatural shapes.
The dawn seems too far away
But knowing it is my future
Changes everything, 
Making all the mundane  
Small treasures of my day.
Each step speaks a whispered syllable;
The words of God are all around us
(At least 
For him who has ears to hear).
But they are easily 
Stolen by ravens *
And buried by squirrels
And squandered 
As the setting sun
Casts the sky in colors
Of the day's quiet dimming.
With each step, 
I slip toward my sleep-
Once, for all, and lasting.
Were it not for my confidence
In the promises of  
Him Who is Dawn,
I would run through the night
Screaming.


(c) Adron Dozat 2/11/2022

*The parable of the sower, "As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up."  Matthew 13:4 

Saturday, February 15, 2020

You Choose What Could Not Live, A Poem

You Choose What Could Not Live
A Poem about the Dream



You were once a lost bird
Fleeing the broken chimes
Of the whirring engines.
I called for you in the dark.
I was willing
To light the lamp
That would show you the way
To the meadows of home.
But
You fell prey to
The believer of lies
Whose spider bite
Defiled the pictures of
The icons on the
Cathedral walls.
I longed to command
Winged angels to rescue you.
But holy laws
Chained them away
Less they cross
The ice-filled winds that
Separate human hearts.
So you fell forever
In the metal red rain
Where no flower grows.



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I do not like to write dark sad poems, there are enough of those around already.  In this poem, I attempt to express the sad despair of watching someone you love make bad choices and become ruined.  It was inspired by the life of my brother whose drug addiction led to his death by overdose. No one would ever wish bad things to happen to other people and we try to reach out and help them. But sometimes you can do nothing but watch them fall. We must not indulge in survivor's guilt but remember the choices were there's. 

(c) Adron 2/15/2020

Sunday, July 01, 2018

Deliverance, A Poem of the Free Thinker

Deliverance,
A Poem of the Free Thinker


We need a new
Declaration
Of independence;
Not as a country
To become
Independent
From a tyrant,
Or as a people
To become
Independent
From a nation.
But we need
To become
Independent
Individually;
Independent
Of institutions,
Independent
Of the government,
Independent
Of big business,
Independent
Of the media.
If others wish
To become slaves
To those things
It is their choice,
But as Aesop's dog said,
"A collar is
Too high a price
For
A food dish."


(c) Adron 7/1/2018

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

THE FALLING ONES, a Poem of the Fields

This is a short poem with an obvious meaning on the surface but if you take the time you may see something underneath.

THE FALLING ONES,
A Poem of the Fields


The flowers weep
Fragile and delicate
Tears of beauty
Which fills the soil
With the soft sighs
Of petals fading.
So, they end their
Holy moment
In sacrifice
To birth the seeds
That will drift
On indifferent winds
And die
On some distant soil,
In the hope
That eternal skies
Will again look
Upon a land
Embraced by fields
Of life.

(c) Adron Dozat

Author's note
I like to write poetry about God, life and the blessings He gives. This poem is still about God but in an indirect way since it is about His creation.
(c) A.E. Dozat 5/16/18

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

DRAWING LINES, A POEM OF DESTINATION

DRAWING LINES,
A Poem of Destination


Black lines overhead
Divide the blue
With unseen power.
These lines do not
Draw a picture
But stretch beyond
Our vision
To places of others.
We send our lines
Away on pages
Full of words
Made of letters
Which are lines
Bent
Like the ones
In our palms.
All these lines
Are
Like a grid
That leads us
Across the map,
We follow them
Until
Our lines cross
On
The globe of our lives,
And that intersection
Changes us from
Lines to forms.



(c) Adron 5/2/18

Saturday, March 24, 2018

RINGS, A POEM OF ENABLING THE IMAGE

Rings,
A Poem Of Enabling The Image

The gray sky
Gave its substance
And its image grew
On the earth
Where the blue light above
Lay on rings
Growing in the puddle
Like soulless blossoms
As helpless raindrops
Sacrifice their volume
To the water reflections.
The circles
Expand
With perfect symmetry
And merge-
Passing
Through each other
To reach the boundaries
Of the sudden edge
And ripple back
To slow smoothness.
The last sky drop falls
Into a fading ring
As
The cloud passes;
And looking down
At the fallen sky-water
We find our faces.


(c) Adron 3/24/18

Saturday, March 17, 2018

THE ROBBER OF KINGS, A POEM ABOUT THE HUMBLE ONES

The Robber of Kings,
A Poem About The Humble Ones

The grounds of palaces
Are forbidden places
With high stone walls
And blackened bars,
Hiding the gardens within;
Patrolled by the elite
Of Cesar's guard,
Who secure them
By penalty of trespass.
They keep the courtyards pure
For the privileged few, and
The wealthy princes and kings.
With swords and lances
They
Protect the roses from
The thief, the vandal
And the common citizen.
The sparrow
Lands on the flagstones
Without regard to the dangers,
In spite of arrest,
Defying
All punishment
And she steals
The fallen crumb
From the guard's
Lunch.

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(c) Adron 3/17/18

Saturday, February 24, 2018

SECRET LIVES, A POEM OF THRALL

Secret Lives,
A Poem of Thrall

We all have secret lives
Shared with our hidden selves.
We walk with our other
Among the trees
Where we
Would be perfect,
And our world too.
But bony wolves shadow
Our hope
And spider webs tangle
Our dreams.
We pretend
The darkness is not there
And that our gardens
Withstand the summer heat.
Still,
We vacation there
Hoping this sun will not set
And for those moments
We are free,
If only in our minds.
But He Who is Reality
Calls us to leave
Our self-addiction
He knows our secrets
And He would rescue us.


Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Matthew 11:28, NIV.

 (c) Adron 2/24/18

Monday, December 25, 2017

HE MAKES US WORTHY, A POEM OF THE COMPANION

He Makes Us Worthy,  A Poem of The Companion


Shadows
Stand between us
And the light
Like stone towers
Forbidding us
To pass,
But
We are pilgrims
Small and alone
Traveling with an
Unseen brother.
We are Gypsies
Making music
In a foreign land.
Our voices
Bring the words
Of a far tongue
And the message
Of His light. 
He became one of us
So He could bring us home.


(c) Adron 12/25/17