ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around
the Spirit of the Poet!
:: 02.29.2020 ::
LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
that Summer always
THAT when mountains move as rivers
reverse their course
The smell of
the s u n ‘ s l i g h t
The mighty devourer of insatiable hunger
n e a r !
And economies, sweet industries of Hope and Deliverance
is the name known by many
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up &sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark. THE Policeman chewed his
side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) &
my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me. The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
You are safe within this Pantheon
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.
LOVE curved within a fame ember dancing heart exquisitely soft and words?
From a Northern Wind into a caste-flake of burning ice softly fell upon our pressed lips and winter…that Summer always within you!
BECAUSE all of nature testifies
by color, beauty and grace
that winds are sheets of fresh
mornings; the dew dots each
leaf and birds of all feathers
sing joyous tunes is how Love
kisses me is how Spirit flourishes
with all hearts!
WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more
My skin is relived by the sunburn.
I did not follow her down to a bridge by the
creek but rested upon the trunk of an
e l e p h a n t.
Then again mostly upon knights and queens
i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life
is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.