Oh i slip-tickled falling
landing upon a dragonfly
mid-flight above a sunflower
–beating sun upon my shoulders
iridescent laughter caught
my throat and her wings
beating all my worries
so far away and I feel
like a new born and I
wish you were here too
to feel newborn like me
And I cried for joy
And the fields of evening
moved with the gentle winds
and my soul — so bare
and I feel like a newborn!
:: 05-13-2015 ::
MY God I saw
the love-bug today
red and black so like
the spots upon my heart!
She crawled upon my sleeve
where be tender tears
and drank away the sorrow
My God I know what be Mercy!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
I think today I broke
a word in my ignorance!
I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
the damp soil, lay the bee!
And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder,
‘Oh! It cannot BE!’
:: – ::
AND how many skies
for a single soul?
Just one and none,
if it may be!
The Soul is higher
than any sky when placed
upon soil;
its eyes toward the sun always
and when released
from skin it paints
the sunrises
for all to see!
:: 04-10-2015 ::
AND with no curiosity
nor enjoyment for life
each knock upon my
chamber heart ignored!
THAT door once built
upon intoxicating power;
a wilted stem o’ flower
is how I see my soul!
A ceaseless disregard
for popular accord
I wish to spread
the seeds of prose
and watch the flowers grow!
and before you ever thought
of Spring did you ever see
the bluejay sing?
:: 04-10-2015 ::
THAT nature! She soothed my
beating heart this day!
The sound of throated-love
She sang in trees till
Spring became a burning
summer, I too! Did I burn?
Somewhere upon the ode
of Botanic Gardens!
The birds. The floral
passion of God’s eyes!
And all of me went walking
that day with the mystery
— a woman I wish to know!
A maritime — a Marina
I wish to know!
:: 04-06-2015 ::
my sweet Spring voice!
throated blue-jay
sing! What sound
when the voice of
that woman i
dearly love!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature;
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors,
across erected walls.
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
AND shadows shout!
AND fog like muffled cries
obscuring life-like carnivals
when all lights sleep!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
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