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
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around
the Spirit of the Poet!
:: 02.29.2020 ::
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
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.
::02.10.2020::
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!
:: 02-?-2020::
SOMETIMES the good times & sometimes
we get what we want )sometimes(
Having had a Dream within this Dream
was a long long time ago and Lord knows
this isn’t the first time, no it isn’t the first time.
How we dreamed and dreamed of each other
without knowing each other’s names or where
we lived and breathed — so, please let me know
oh please let me know how you are while
an ocean keeps our hearts apart — this good
man is so in love with
your voice and smile and sunny Soul.
Goodnight, goodnight sweet darling.
i am one breath away from death and my
efforts are useless; the walls built
of cut stone are shocked by my bleeding
nails. My brain i saw it curl up
in steel and bounces like elastic
thoughts — my Soul never breaks so
a pity that i cannot rest. My Spirit
as an eel.
Oh dear, my dear. To those i love;
the blue skies the green waters the
lovers within their cocoons of ecstasy
never speak but touch each other’s hearts
/oh love\ Today i thought so high and
touched the ground and around around
went my mind; south as north so east
as west darling we flow with the wind
of Nature — she knows … go i go i go
so i am one breath away from death
and my efforts are useless …
:: 05-07-2019 ::
my dearest of all Love the piece of me
weeping when alone silently i pray for
touching and kisses as the mockingbird
sings at the lowest point of night
it is your kindess
the cotton-filled pillow of my
dreams When i am tall and walk
the shadow has you there with me When
you are away There then is the prayer:
“To be strong and solid
to have your strength with me
while i am half of us; that we are whole
is the best of any Love.”
Soon, then maybe, we shall be back
together in our Strength. Of all we cherish
and is the sweetest of any moment ever
remembered. Is love.
:: 02-08-2019 ::
THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion
Pain obscures light.
Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.
Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.
Love can never die.
And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise
So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.
:: 11-02-2018 ::
WHILE words choke when love
for you springs my heart
hush gentle hammer-beat!
Mind full as splash-colored
Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!
My beloved dearest one.
There across the creek
below the Oak by the root
tulips and stars two lips
as ours — the precious time!
The secrets so sweet as the
twinkle within your
eye my loveliest one!
From one to two now three!
:: 09-16-2018 ::
Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!
And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!
:: 08-06-2018 ::
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 ::
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