Tag Archives: #flowers

The News Reached the Poet

WHEN i write of sleeping/lives Christ, i see him at midnight
in a crucified way, love wrought-out with grace:
the blood on the walls, the lusty grief,
the artist lying on freezing pavement,
like a drunk in an apartment.

Always?for whom
in whom: for the Lord.

Over it, dreams are made, then screams are made, grief, pain, loss, longing, fierce promises of life; a skull.

i try to create a shield, clinging to the truth of prose, where every word can express with precision an unreachable.

For how can i say?

THiEF!

A sharp wit?that haunts me, rattles the prophet.
i should write poetry. At first, i thought that a rhyme might distract my readers.

Then i thought it might frighten them. This thinning armor
is the price of the art of memory:

i go to my poems now like refugees crossing a flooded
river.

What is the music of the poet?

Nothing, a voice, the absence of a voice, as i write, the sound of a key in an empty door, the charmed silence of an oasis.

Even this room where i try to be alone, tortured, longing to die, might fade away into a memory, and this empty room with my dead dead body.

My childhood was warm, it was a long summer. i stayed indoors for weeks. Until the evening sky weeps, a smell that is sad and sticky, my brain yelling my mother’s name:

Hoelun!
Hoelun!

Father crosses to the bank of the river –i drown, he swims to the other side.

i leave this world with the stench of paraquat.
it kills all my green and the flowers die.

:: 11.01.2022 ::


Love Is a Blooming Flower

I am (my love is) love as if you were
the free rising winds
of life or arrow
of roses and thorns that disperse despair!

I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads speak
with lighting;

my nature is natural to love you as the
plant that blooms and carries beauty
hidden within itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you when the world sleeps.

I am there I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds and the
dense fog of some- time life is difficult
but mostly I am deeply
appreciative that there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.

:: 11132015 ::


THE FLOWER’S ODE

i would be your love
if love was to be had.
i would have half of
love if love had me.
To show my precious
heart….to be so kind
and still as a flower
as no other ever saw:
grown and brilliant
in mire and growing
till the day my
petals were gone___
i would be your love
if i were to be had
i would be half of me.
To give my precious
kisses in morning’s dew
and nighttime hugs
always and forever.

:: 06.20.2022 ::

:: 06.20.2022 ::


MIDDLEMIST RED

BEING small is not a large master
the fuge of ugly plucks strings
and dower lips with spit sing

My desert of flat thoughts
and dry springs wept while
creating dust devils of love

Never practicing to lose father
nor mother as they died before
I could ever love them

–I smelled a red rose next to
the Middlemist Red. As my own
heart we bled. Sunrises and

–dreamed.

:: 06.08.2022 ::


PERFECT SMILE WITH CROOKED TEETH

BENEATH my adoration
i see you my whore
the one who is dying
runs to hide living
under the skirt of
unseen skies

No one sees this mystery
like a headstone within
a forgotten graveyard
rare as the fennec beyond
a mirage and golden leaf lard

as sacred memories fill my
pockets with destroyed evening’s
stars

lavation

:: 01.10.2022 ::


LITTLE SOUL

OH little soul —  rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now.  And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder)  she is the warmth of love.

(somewhere within her smile she knows)

Oh the movement you need is upon your knees:  crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!

Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.

Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know.  How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.

What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.

Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms.  As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and  believe me:  let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try?  Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.

Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain.  Let me know the way.

Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.

:: 09.26.2021 ::


NEVER

TO never solve miracles of science
TO never have crawled out of a c–ave
somber thoughts
although some are a blessing
to a curse
some ensure military solutions
never understood words : but if
i ever lose my love | IF i ever lose
my Faith …my faith in you |
come home with me…that i may fill
my arms with you.

:: 08.07.2020 ::


LOVE MY LOVE

LOVE my love never dies
sometimes weak but you keep
a fire lit between us
In the night such a might
between us
in the night such strength
bequeath us
such delight the arrow
of Cupid binds us
as one
Never leave but believe
such a gift so rare
is Our Love.

:: ~~ ::


The Screaming Rose

I’d never heard a rose    
          scream      
then again
          one never spoke
to me
         She’d lost her petals
         of her Spring by when
         her season changed
         where is my love!
B e y o n d
         the valley-sorrow awash
         over hills o’blue!
         is when I heard
         a rose scream
all her red upon the ground
within blood and thorns
        cried wilted stem
        screaming, “woe is me!”

:: 03-16-2015 ::


UNTIE YOUR LIPS MY LOVE

The swollen curves of nature have dressed
herself in burning colors
like last Spring’s echo:

A sincerity of majestic blue.
Untie your lips my love and plant them
all hyacinth and sweet upon my Soul!

Like nimble fingers upon ivory thought,
Like clasping arms as rolling waves,
As tender as tended seeds
in labored soil.
I feel your colors and taste
your fragrant beauty my love!
And March we dew through dreams
of April. And May our love
continue a bloom
far past June…

are the words I speak
to my tender flower!

:: 04-17-2018 ::