Thomas R. Ruffin

Thomas R. Ruffin Poems

ancient tree
sit there beneath winter heartbreak
and be burdened by the contravention of man
tree of immeasurable wisdom
...

as frozen ground is warmed
by a punctual sun
as earth mist hazily rises
skyward
...

would you smile for my life
if that was all I wanted?
if that was all I needed?
would you live a while longer
...

what is a the end of this path?
I've been told it was an old road
... an old road I'm told
what winds have blown 'cross this road?
...

little blessed sister looked right into me
so I looked back at her … right into her
and I saw a curiosity
right there on her face
...

if I raised up my hands
to some perfect heaven
beyond impenetrable clouds
if I collapsed onto an unforgiving earth
...

so the gods bring down the rains
and over yet another young child
... there is a cleansing
for were we not once all children?
...

'I'll take her and throw her around, by damn'
he'd say at feeding time
when his hands were strapped to the arms of the chair
...

she's known to come skippin' down the road
at odd enough times
with a basket full of happy
clickin' and clackin'
...

Thomas R. Ruffin Biography

Thomas R. Ruffin resides in Clinton, Mississippi with his wife and children. He is a former FBI Special Agent having served in the Newark, NJ office. He also served as SWAT Commander and Special Operations Group Commander with the Clinton Police Department, Clinton, Mississippi. Thomas is an adjunct professor in the Department of History/Political Science at Mississippi College. He is the author of four published volumes of poetry and short stories.)

The Best Poem Of Thomas R. Ruffin

Ancient Tree

ancient tree
sit there beneath winter heartbreak
and be burdened by the contravention of man
tree of immeasurable wisdom
limbs be weighted an deadened
decay will set from outward in
as time is not kind
all things end
old trees becomes then fallen
upon forest floors they rot
into the earth
without decent notice
and then, in some time, they are forgotten
ancient trees
much like men
yet from men escape souls
and in spiracle waft they go
… the souls of men
but trees
absent such souls
have earthly bindings
so upon cold forest ground
they rot
ancient trees

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Vicki Waters 07 April 2014

prolific writer genius

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Vicki Waters 07 April 2014

he is the finest man I know and the best writer. I revere him

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