AND potential forgiveness
the caught hook in a throat!
A painful pulling somewhere
between soul and heart
I choose the Ghost
who repeat in Song
“Life! That which I lost!
Over promises of empty boxes
shaped like a heart!”
:: 02-10-2015 ::
Category Archives: #love
FOR(never)GIVENESS
TO VISIT LOVE
I have just visited love.
somewhere in vast time
above, below, and then
a white-light shed life!
a something through tinted
eyes as deep as six floors
and then I stepped into life.
And that flutter-seasoned
simple-lips she cried.
I begged to cross the street
all of me cried. The grass
of paradise too high!
And dreams grow forward
and so up into the skies
then leap from one another!
So the dead may lay dying
floating high, still higher!
A face of mortal yearning.
In the pale-drained yielding sun
we create hues of stained glass.
I stepped down upon the world
and met my mortal life.
:: 02-05-2015 ::
SLEEP AND RAIN WHEN SUN RISES
When i swore today
on a still summer
edge come flowers
to play
So long ago
i haven’t been
home for so long
and in a shape of man
the snow was gone
it’s the sleep of the dead
and a letter of some summer
like a dusty road
his body wore nights gone
all within snow. And fairies drew near
I saw them dancing in the leaves
and eerily played in rings
My soul grew not to fear them
And i was taken to a place
the Hall of All Knowledge
to play with to-morrow;
and death holds my heart no longer
and when i swore today on a still
summer edge come flowers
to play — so long ago
i dream to be to-morrow
only the heart knows!
:: 02-05-2015 ::
OH FAIR TIS LIFE!
Oh fair tis life!
like the meant dream
which bows to hearts
my maiden comes
like a music which
cobbled stones sing
(the horse knows)
and like my own
expectation comes
but she with a carriage
and mine just love
upon the air!
:: 02-06-2015 ::
WHEN LOVE SAVED ME
i scaled.
desperation
when sands said
‘no reason’
i sought death.
It was my name.
the beautiful face
of flowers sang
i was drained,
to expect love
when shadows eat
all of one’s soul.
But I did and so,
i scaled.
expectations
when odds begged
‘no reason’
i sought YOU
and love
saved me
:: 02-05-2015 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVI
I think today
i broke a word
in my ignorance
i did the deed
Within my garden
i stabbed with spade
upon a letter in damp soil,
lay the bee! in my haste
i slay-She! and shouted
in thunder: “Oh!
It cannot, BEE!”
:: – ::
CAMILLE ANTOINETTE CLIFFORD
You were my heart
in many ways
i measured
i took the numbers
and died
a physical heaven
so sorry but men
love the curve of time
Camille Clifford
i give a moment
in summer
i Smile fan and dress
goose and mother
and time with all
she said she wanted
(it’s all she needed)
just a kiss upon
the cheek of Time
:: 01-24-2015 ::
LIFE IS LIKE A NEW DAY
Dew, my love
so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light
and too, my heart
it comes today;
a morning greeting
i should be there
with the bee
spreading harmony
:: 01-24-2015 ::
THE INFINITE NOODLE
i knew by culture, Death.
No man, if men are gods,
i met life in meager words.
And too, i met Love in ‘it’
the notes of dead Men.
I, too, met precious Life
in scribbled notes of Man,
the two women of my Heart
they keep the grounds neat
in famous garb. I should meet
them too, one day in the shade
we have much to say:
did you mean ‘Love’ or ‘hate’
was it ‘death’ or ‘date’
:: 01-24-2015 ::
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