Food for Thought-The Common Reserve of Ancient Stillness


The solace I seek today,
is hidden along the path I walk,
silent stones of disquiet,
placed in a garden of clamor,
I am frightened by the deafening roar,
the common reserve of ancient stillness,
obscured portraits of yesterday’s wounds,
will not cease their angry accolades.
I become deaf to this moment,
will I hear tomorrow?

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Last Words of Uxor Haldeness

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The trees sprang from the ground,
leaves hung from the sky,
sand absolved the remaining sea,
I could not find a place to stand,
In a capsized dream,
Grasping for a sturdy rope,
Dangling on the roots of desperation,
Emerging from the darkness of the deep,
I released my hand and head,
To finally fall asleep.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Nigel the Owl Landed On My Head


The owl landed on my head,
near quarter to three,
I didn’t know Nigel was living,
on the third branch from the right,
in my live oak tree.
I looked up and he stared back,
I asked what and he said, “who me?”
Yes, you, the owl, on my head,
What’s this about?
Is it something I said?
“The place was free,”
It’s my head, I scowled,
not a perch for a silly Owl,
Go back up Owl,
Please fly back now,
while I go home and find a towel,
Nigel sighed and hooted twice,
before finding a melon,
which looked equally nice.

–Richard Bryant