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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Peaceful
In the middle of the moments you find peace
The Anywhere Sunset
within the
passing
seconds dancing
between
the darknessand the dawn
something
captured, something
longing
find the spaces
where
peace is from
tide pools
sometimes you can hear your heart beat the tide
tide pools
among
the stones
sand, rock, shells
tide pools,
hide the words
beneath toes
dug into sand
walking the waited
hope
battered by tide’s coming
and going, the
relentless
heart beats
fog and mists
tears of many
lost dreams
fading, rolling
in the foamy
shore, to be
swept away by
ancient waters
that turn rock
to sand
porcelain soldiers
echos from the weeks that passed
now that the heat
is no longer captured
night comes cooler
soothing these trees
remains the monsoon left behind
monsoon’s last vestures
marked only by fog
rolls back into canyons
reverberations of you
the day’s fury settles
with eery silence lingering
hangs heavy as wet rugs
dripping emotive torrents
unsettling stillness
how you haunt my lawn
walking sharp edges
pierces the beauty
worn are your words
remains of this week
like porcelain soldiers
splintered on Italian tile
she sleeps
the fine line you were so small crossing the bridge your hand hidden in mine, fingers close round and the rickety bridge with missing boards the little creek singing up from below somehow the cave at the end of the … Continue reading
there with that loving goes
here and there
it was with an edgy silence
that they walked the green
with all the heather scented
opened into a wider space
where melon sky consumed
the voices
that laughter rose
heavy fog caressed the hills
found her curves and valleys
sways the windswept oak
s
how yellow the blanket grass
makes stand the dotted green
there with that loving goes
two such fragile hearts frame
a scene from Juliet’s garden
even the moon went pale
(Originally published: Friday, November 21, 2008)
Such Things
such things that linger
the water lined with debris
blown leaves, twigs and insects swirl
battered by spring’s torrent lies
tiny remains of last night’s storm
wandering thoughts take their time
twisting in the dark corners
nothing but the stillness lingers
yet how like the wind she howls
(Originally published March 1, 2009)
under the glow
it was under
the
lightening
glow that there
silhouettes
the curves
love caressed
flowing waves
swept
your knees
from under you
collapsing upon
the loamy lawn
rolling in
dandelion
laughter
your arms
around
my waist
like tender lips
pauses
leaning in, holding
each word
gave less
with time
then passive
pauses
spaced
across silky
tones, where
held waiting
your tearful
gaze remains
even the waiting
returns
your face
the waiting returns your face
transitions
transitions
much time
had passed
before recalling
splash of color
before the gray
consumed eyes
watch the fading
figure distancing
as the hollow
grew inside,
yet, still hopeful
strange contrast,
knowing how
the universe
loves to fill
a void.
pieces
misty
that you
might exert energy
passed sight
that touch
could smell
the sunshine rose
there between the
shadows, dawn
another note
as cactus wren
consumes
sweet saguaro
nectar red
blood of the
desert plucked
early, such
that you were
lucky enough
to behold
pieces
of heaven
Searching for Simplicity
Autumn, like the ‘Aweful Rowing Toward God’, though the winds, makes the going, relentless, tatters the fabric, on my back, left the pieces, floating, strange snowflakes, reminders, of the endless, searching for simplicity.
Between the blades
The inner space, another world, silently waiting, between the blades.
searching for harmony
small steps
small
turning over the
stones beneath
chipped polish
when the sun gleams
just so
the wild in me
bends
thought threads
into shortened breath
with clasped hands
tap, tap, tap
the hand upon
the forehead
calling up
mindfulness
hold still the frame
so intention can
cohere with
harmony
turned around
opposite side of upside down
where Alice runs the wild
tick tock the time stopped
someone sings in the background
in the places you hide, silk
folds the origami flowers
blue green waves wash over
what you thought was true
Into the fading
Outsiders along the walks move
Between the cubes and spaces
putting in their time, turning over their thoughts
Some reaching, quietly hopeful
Dodging the quakes like duck and cover
Some entrenched with years spent waiting
Bullying to keep your place as leaders
Resemble the second alley gangs of youth
where the Burton Street winos live, picked
Their poison, drinking, smiling behind-the-scenes
While what once good descends into the fading
purple wraps
along the edges
where color paints the sky
movement waivers
questions the eye lines
and smiles form
across once blue
purple wraps
and cries.
