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Our Journey

We walked along, side by side,
You, following the path, and I
Leaning to peek in the canyon.
Glancing to see my presumed companion
Has run ahead without me.
You pursued the course,
And I lingered to gaze at remorse
Who is lovely from behind
While blind, while disinclined
To turn on me, to see
What I put myself up to some days.
He is cruel when he returns my gaze.
I wander the fringes of our route,
Do you go on without me, or wander about
To find me again?
I am aimless. I cannot wend
Through these dark woods,
I cannot find my way to good,
Without you as my guide.

Will you walk again, side by side?


Publication

I have no more words to understand,
They have slipped and tripped and
Fallen aground.
They are foreign sounds.
I have lost their definitions,
No more premonitions
Of tangled webs of words
No more using the absurd
To illuminate the apparent.
I once thought them inherent
Not some scheming enterprise.
These efforts do not energize
Under the weight of exposure.
I have lost my literary composure,
And my dear, long friend.
I cannot pretend

I know what I’m doing.


The Ruby Portal

Red Sky at Morning
And you were born in the churning storm
Following the warning.

Violence in the wind,
You board up your windows,
In limbo again

While the tempest rages-
Your most-valuables
Barricaded in cages.

Red Sky at Morning
Blink away your warnings.

 

Red Sky at Mourning
These are your days of turning,
Unfurl your sails, still forming

Warm yourself in the light of day,
Put your face into the tide
Get your strides underway

These howling winds will pass
You are seaworthy, and your hull
Will remain intact

Red Skies never last,
The sun’s fury sets

This too shall pass.


Throes

I write to you
No more

When you are still
Just who you are
And the night chills
Me from your far
Shoulders.

I think of you
Just barely

Like a book, ill-gotten,
Neither finished
Nor forgotten
A memory diminished
But not vanished.

I speak to you
In silence.

The faded ember
Has burned my hands
The scars remember
The heart understands
What memory won’t render.


Lunarcy

Oh pale moon, swimming
In the inky black, spinning
Always around, and again around
Your gravity’s weight strikes my ground
Forming tides to push and pull
This twirling sphere, swirling full
Of water, earth, wind and flame
While you cower sterile, tamed
Dust and rock and voicelessly
Pace and fret so noiselessly
Mostly covered in shadow, undetected
But only known by light reflected.


Mum’s the Dirge

When grief cannot speak
She wanders the dark space
Wringing her hands
and scratching her face
and silently beating the earth
From whence she came,
to whence again return
Unchanged, and never the same.

While desperate she roams mute
her tempestuous fury builds
with the tears she cannot shed
Her own black heart is filled
With the desire to kill and assuage
If only to loose her tongue
To free her constrained farewells,
To uncage what is caught unsung

To let love grieve and die
and speak again
and fly.


Cerebral Lullabies

Tired mind, why can’t you sleep?
You are safe within my head;
Wall of bone, your ivory keep,
Now put your rowdy thoughts to bed.

Hush now, before the day arrives
And all your tasks fall on your pillow.
You are wasting one of your daily lives
Riding the nightly billows

That should be rocking you to slumber.


Ars Memorativa

The monkey cannot weave its tail
Back through each familiar tree,
Each leap and fall, each land and fail,
Back to the ground to see
Which rotted branch in stride
Giving way when grasped
Conspired thus to guide
Where it would not have cast.

Man alone can clasp his tale
And trace collisions in his course
To speak to Time, to take her veil,
To taste the very breath of source
Leading him from there to here
By his zeal and hesitation,
By his fancy and his fear
Transforming his path and destination.


Redemption

Gratitude that swells the soul
And pushes joy through open eyes
When all is mended, all is well,
And in the midst of great surprise
Delight settles in her little nest
And preens her precious feathers
And we awake from better into best
To the care that holds unsevered

The loves that last forever.


Carpe Mane

Wake up.
Wake up and face the day
Time is a paper boat afloat
Slipping ever further away
From your dancing fingertips
Seize whatever corner you can
One day it will sink deep
And you will regret each wasted hour
Submerged in dreamless sleep.

Wake up.