it begins so quietly
– the softest breeze
from Avalon; the gentlest
words by Cleopathra /
the aching rocks
of Earth and her birth
pain. this Spirit
only moved by pure LOVE
we have FORGOTTEN
WHAT WE ARE.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
Tag Archives: #poetry
E O N S
GIANT rabbit
the giant RABBIT stood staring at my shoes (of
all things) . I cleared me voice, “Hello mister GIANT
rabbit…” its whiskers twitching.
The air was thicker than gossamer and a faint hint
of ethereal music over the hills, over the clouds and
the tears of my delight.
Finally (as I was holding my own breath) the giant RABBIT
spoke:
“Do you like celery?” without hesitation i said,
“Yes oh yes, of course!” I followed and eventually
ate many acres of not just celery but carrot.”
:: 07.25.2020 ::
OLD & WASTED
i ONCE stood taller than
LOVE : which smacked me down
to the lonely being i am.
Old and wasted i continued:
until my last breath not hearing
anything but my own dying heart
beat.
:: 07..24.2020 ::
CRYPTIC STONE
………………..thunder………………….magic………………..lightning………………..
…………..opened gaPING MOUths of small wonders ||||||
hiding and running /death ensues\ painting and scribbling prose……………..
are the little thoughts of BEING .:} MEAN IS THIS HEART IF FUCKED WITH….(disclaimer)
I saw a light within the crack of the SKY
staring into my Soul within the blink of an EYE
THE hat man within the dark will bring h is check
(never talk with strangers) s TRANGER daNGER
no more tears 0–> EATING TOXIC GAS …
the mouth goes on to say : IT BEGINS
no singular eye can watch my (screaming) MOVES:
NO MORE TEARS
NO MORE TEARS NO MORE TEARS
:: 07.24.2020 ::
ONE POEM
I
INTO briefness so ARGUNENT
I HELD onto the rope of Life;
strenuous briefness was i
diverging & opposite view:
then the universe grew.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
LOVE IS TENDER AS A CHILD
THE glint of green pastures she views
while grieving and leaving:
oh how love is a nest like
dove’s song: the only one
upon Earth she loves_____
the fog and cold air
mist and river
hills and shade; love is a lot
like a beautiful smile
:: 07.24.2020 ::
CLOAK & HAT
if YOU loved me
then leave me alone
you knew i had a heart
as broken glass______
and then you broke more.
i have nothing left
not even brave words.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
WINDMILL THOUGHTS
WHETHER a windmill
or a Thought
does not concern
the Soul.
The wind mills
about until told
how to perform.
is nature
and weather of
any human heart.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
PLEASE KILL ME BEFORE I DIE
IF i shall never hear a note again
what of my vision — a forest calls
but no sound/ i, the failure, of
all that is nature and of words.
so must my mouth SCREAM
but my head hears not [even the
blacksmith striking his anvil]
so i am the deaf poet
that shall never hear my own words\
locked inside a cedar box for all
seasons.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
REMEMBER ME TO WONDER
WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
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