"Tucson Ron"

Tucson, Arizona

  
 
 

I have been writing for years now. Special moments in time with people, events, or just places; I try to capture and convey feelings with ink. Whether being abstract, happy, or with a melancholy tone. As a picture is held with sight; thoughts I think are held by the mind. For many years I have been in the line of construction and sales. I have been published in The National Library of Poetry, The Springfield Journal, The International Society of Poets, and The Connection. I love working with my hands; and have a special weak spot for animals.
 

Arizona

The dusk coming forth 
Set to rest, the suns strength; 
Fielded saguaros in silhouette, 
Catch broken rods length. 

The door is revolved, 
Now dimmed to the sight; 
Within coolness of land 
Cries sounds of the night. 

And I lay, and just watch, 
Stars breathe on my soul; 
So far, yet so near, 
This place I now know... 
...Arizona

First

Lord, I am tired 
My body grows weak; 
I've tried, and I've tried  
Your help I do seek. 

In prayers I've sent up 
With things I desire; 
What you return fill my needs 
But I persist to inquire. 

Oh, please help me 
To just understand; 
Your wishes, my purpose 
Of walking this land. 

Forgive me the pit-falls 
I've put myself in; 
In your strength I'll try 
And start over again. 

Let me help those who need 
Give drink to whom thirst; 
But most of all Lord 
To serve you first.

On the Whole

To give too much 
And dream so far; 
Shines on yet bright 
Your guiding star. 

To wish upon 
And hold with might; 
We gaze and dream 
Between days' light. 

We clearly do see 
Much more than we show; 
Within ink, words displayed 
And thoughts dually grow. 

We ponder the meaning 
At end to begin; 
And then with new light, 
We see, yet again... 
...The hearts core.
All poems Copyright © 1997 Ron Bartlett. All rights reserved.