Patrick T. Randolph

Fisherman

Eternal
Silhouette
Against the sky.


Tiny Musicians

Ants’ feet sing
Songs on soil—
Earth’s grin listens.


True Sage

Grandma’s grin,
She watches,
Listens with eyes.


Ground of Being

I am my
Ancestors’
Dreams—incarnate!

A breath poem is a strict, meditative syllabic poem that I have been working on for a couple years. You inhale the first three syllables, exhale the next three and inhale the first three of the last line and exhale the last syllable. The breath poem is a dance of the psychological with the physical elements of the human condition.

{Poetry by Patrick T. Randolph}