Be careful
about what you put on the shelf,
lest it gather dust.
I would rather look at something else,
than deep into myself.
For fear;
Adjust I must.
Life
Good Grief 21 /
Grief is a lens,
a gift of love and life,
through which the course of every particle,
birthed in solar rays,
acquiesced by the invisible universal,
is altered.
Rendered into us as waves
crashing into consciousness,
with the power to suspend all matter
in a vacuum.
Space-time without continuum.
Grief amplifies.
A magnification of love,
an excavation of sorrow,
a heightening of senses
detecting transmuted memory.
The self,
smothered by a thousand golden threads
each winding and binding
tight yet featherlight,
surveys numb sensation
and thought.
In its place,
frozen space erupts into a thousand colors,
a million moments.
Each sharp
cut
suspended together.
Crisp pages sit,
their words spun in plain sight,
a vibrant and
richly fragranced filigree
of fallen
autumn
leaves.
Grief is the salt to the spirit,
sugar to the sharp;
the counterweight
that elevates being
into transcendent exaltation.
The heat of the orchestra's echo
still seers through skin
as if masterpiece
a mere prelude.
A hum beneath the surface.
Atomic light,
burning bright,
carves retinal ridges,
overlaying the Other
onto every waking viewscape.
In these unfathomable furrows,
love still grows.
Its fertile soil
gives birth to beauty,
whose bold shadow
shades all others
into submission.
In its respiration and repose,
elements of life,
continue to cycle on their orbits.
D Day 20 /
These frequencies of energy,
making melodies
as we wend our way.
Heartbeats syncopating
to the oscillations
of fragments and filaments,
humming soft velvet,
growing heavy with gathering stardust.
Settling deeper into each exhale.
Still this remains.
light inside and out,
burning elbow-deep over a cold set of tracks.
A guiding note,
whispering away the dark,
calling to the flame,
the fallen footsteps,
to move
out,
forward and away
from smudged embers.
Starting into the unknown,
To see what is.
All this
will be,
just as it is.
So,
tongue-tied tune that is;
Licked flicker,
Dusty traveler!
In time
inconsequential.
Light still,
in spite lightening inhale.
Tend to the fire
of future-bound feet,
fall forwards and
dig deep.
Simply learn to gather
patience
and love,
how to be.
Do it for me.
D1 /
Left light strikes -
Sparks swift
catches on the edges,
Burns bright ridges.
A shadow in me.
Life-etched,
and
skin deep.
Resilience /
Is a book,
that was never written,
Yet gets writ,
Every day.
Challenges daily -
Unforgiving,
Testing
In every way,
Bring this quality
to the fore,
To keep
What might,
could conceivably,
hold sway,
At bay.
Rising up,
Sisyphean promised,
Stumbling forward,
Lugging to allay,
Part inert,
Cramming
Kindling
Life asunder,
To delay.
The page curls,
To reveal,
Bright new light
- and words
Cast away.
Train /
I am on a train.
You are on a train.
We are on the train,
going back
to B.
I am on the train,
going back
to B.
With you,
to bring you.
Back.
To be,
with,
Me.
Succulents Do Disco /
You’d have loved this place,
So suck in the light, and
Let those mirror rays
Illuminate the dark!
Discover scent.
Drink the fog, and
Exhale sweet breath —
pure and life-giving.
Your beauty for others’ eyes.
Solstice Frog /
My world,
Your world.
Spins with the seasons from ocean to lake,
Fringed with desert flats and forest.
My world trembles when it rains, and
Quakes when the rains grow silent.
New mountains rise up in yours
To suck out the sky. The rains run away.
I spy a fly with my little green eye(s) while you
Stare up above like some omnipotent owl;
The earth and the sky are yours!
My domain, ever-shifting, shows nothing but your skin
And stars.
Yet,
Equally cloaked in clouds of dust
I contemplate. And wait.
Two worlds draw together but
As my world inclines upwards
And yours downwards
With a kick,
And a flash -
A glistening green streak!
I’m gone.