That distance once between
us- that quiet
balance of silence
And will to be strangers
has died
I buried it the other day
while holding ancient pottery
and then i became alive
forever yours
:: 03-08-2015 ::
Tag Archives: #poetry
A BALANCE OF SILENCE
Love and Spring
My sweet Spring voice
throated blue jay
sing! What sound
when the voice of
that woman we
dearly love!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
MOMENTO MORI
THE entrance was kept
in well lit corners
the rug a long dead beard
once hung upon a living face
and walls adorned in history
like the smell of something
that took its last breath
by dimmed years ago
And the boxes! Of spoons,
knives, and busy-doing life
and one of photographs;
the stolen moments of time
caught unprepared!
Faded, raped, and torn
of once living souls from
the 1900s — i could not hope
but to find one to make my own;
then caught my eye it did!
clearly written in white margin
“May 4, 1886” A Victorian
death photo — of me!
:: 03-07-2015 ::
Like One With Love
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her
:: 03-08-2015 ::
A SENTENCE TOO SHORT
twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing of heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall!
the grace of wind!
:: 03-05-2015
A SENSE OF LIVING
THE EMPTY life and
what long black land!
half of life and then
the endless walk;
a heart full o’sorrow
large and low!
And hopeful hearts
beating leaping
in the secret room
of all it’s sleeping
dreaming pushing
prowling to quench
the speed in
the waking pain
of life!
:: 03-05-2015 ::
LITTLE FLOWER
little flower keeping
sun lit
within a meadow bright
all of your life
you were waiting
for this moment
to arrive
and your petals follow
the clouds so light
little flower seeking
love all life
within a bee to live
pollinating your heart
across the fields of life
and the sun stays afloat
while you swing and sway
into the winds of this day
a little flower loving life
awaiting this moment to be
and love spreads you across
the fields of life
:: 03-01-2015 ::
LEGO MAN
i am just a fig; a small plastic
figurine man
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
my protegee
make children smile
a Lego set
within archetypes
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit within a certain
theme like life
ooh! oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
collecting me
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh! a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
MOUTHLESS LIFE
SO you love soft,
and my heartily-fallen
dreams;
a slice
of belief-skin
inside your
tender heart
i could not cry
but yes
you took my
tears way too
i’ve been drawn
into a silent
room of mouth-less
life awaiting
for the burning
bush of her
forever love
i hate my heart
the forever
prison of my soul
:: 02-27-2015 ::
I AM NEVER WAS
my dear friend
(i did not wish
for you to read this)
my dear soul
i wrote to you
a silent poem
erased by fear
(and time revealed)
my fears of love
that i did not wish
my poems to become
the cheapened gifts
of royalty or life
I only wrote to you
the dearest soul
of common life.
but now the rich
seek to buy my soul!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
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