Thursday, December 31, 2015

unlocked

i tell you of my day;
the turning of rain to frost upon twilight's windows
the fierce duality of my contentment
the friction of bone upon sinew
i tell of the taste of field honey on my tongue

i ask you things temporal & temporary
things eternal & of dark mystery
things rising & falling
things unspoken & chanted under stars
i ask for morsels of your ordinary

i sit in patient presence of the sublime
transcendent love
transcendent simplicity
transcendent songs
i sit with you in the secret garden of evermore 

legacy drifting

i had the heart for circus tents
stripes & poles & elephants
building up & tearing down
riding trains from town to town

i slept in garrets castle walls
wrote by candles thru wars & falls
wearing lace & leather vests
secluded, deluded by nature's scent

i had the legs to scale great heights
breathe the air of mountain's starry night
spread these arms to vistas high
feel comet's rush and touch the sky

i toiled in fields on soldier's thick
patching, repairing--holding the sick
ancient wisdom in hands small
what lies in men i knew it all

i had the soul to change the world
to step off edges wings unfurled
fearless & flying & comet bound
to leave the earth more green, more round ...

instead
...my life lies ordinary
tucked & tended--hardly legendary
yet each moment holds opal-chasms-delight
each breath cradles day's twilight

we strive to leave a mark, a talisman
of our solitary time here passing
each thread, each hand, each song is spun
to connect us all to the path of the Sun

i had the heart for circus tents ......

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

where it takes you.

two
panes
of
glasses
lying
parallel
to
another
suspended
in the white-late-december-almost-there-almost-not sky
frosted gray blankness rising
to
a secreted waning winter moon

between them
miles of stark cold nothing-everything
two panes of glass
slick
smoothed of want
pressed in transparent pain
wakened to knowing
love resides
in
the
space
between
snow falls silently residing in
the smooth corners of
whispered delight
press
hold
cold becomes the night
becomes the glass
rise
hold
darkness the great equalizer
and
we stars


Monday, December 21, 2015

solstice



there is something about the light at five o'clock that
moves - transcends - transports
to some ancient mind-place of aquamarine-glossy-greenness
peeling from a 107 year old hallway smelling of cinnamon, shalimar and cherry pie.
this five o'clock twilight shimmers in wakefulness as toes skim carpet
lined by narratives of purpose and tomorrows,
while from a window violet-mullioned,
a single skeleton-elm beckons thread-bare and eager
for a butterscotch-honey connection on the corner of
11th and this cold moon
wake me to this light always ...
wake me to winter's slumbered quest to gaze out the
frosty windows to the ice highways of the plains where river valleys sing of loneliness
sing to me of soul laid hollowed and milk-yellowed to the lily-green of spring
this light … 

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

post

windows hastily opened
apple cider afternoon
mercury-dripping
dipping to cool words inked
black on white
cut-out in ice perfections slice
in five/four time
cool me ....
cool
so neatly the burn lies folded under the tabernacle pillow
gray velvet peeking
broke open by words
dripping--
black on white on wildly beating hearts
five/four time crashing about the overcast day of gray
open
cooled.....
breathing
frost forms upon the glass
cool me


Monday, December 14, 2015

hollowed ground

figs lay there upon the ground;
marzipan & acorns
a fairytale of scattered words
to the fallen frost
a promise
a night
a light
spoken charms & curses
steam rising from fermented dreams
bundle up tight
tangle the wool-weave tight to your heart
stand with me
upon this sacred place
stand;
broken whole
tokens of mystery
taken
shaken from
your fist--sugar-dusted figs thrown
offered to stars
as talismans
a promise
a gift
to a winter moon shrouded by clouds & expectation
hidden from sight
ringed by particles of golden light
this night



Sunday, December 13, 2015

brew . . .



Wolfsbane, salvia & saffron thread
3 breaths of moonlight as I circle the bed
Polaris softly beckons on galaxies shore
As Venus brightens & sits at my door
Copper & bone true mordant tight
Pain sharply nudges to awaken our flight
Yew, primrose & bittersweet plucked & bundled up
PatrĂ³n & Melissa blend in my cup. . .
Drink it up!

Happy-ness waits on edge of rich teal
As we punish self for crimes temporal or real
Let go
Acknowledge the toll on your heart
All glory, divinity and
the missing part. . .
Humanity is born from shadows & bright
Happy is worthy of a soul-saffron fight . .
So,
Drink the cup of forgiveness steeped in dreams & rite
Raise your glass
Drink the thunder
and step into light. . .





Thursday, December 10, 2015

through the woods of you

lost i have always been
sweet cherry basket left upon the forest floor
abandoned solitary delights ...
tempting to creatures wild & determined
why have i waited here for so long
for you to bite?
what is the pull?
the intrinsic desire to be gobbled whole ....?
come to me thru your brambles and thorns
come to me with edges raw & blackened
your dark fits felted within my light
my light....
come
bite
as i grow weary & cold with no skin
to wrap these silver bones
lost?
found
sweet cherry winter waiting 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

maintenant

... brushes against me
like violet tulle upon skin left in the sun too long
startling in its edges, wakeful in its harshness
i am poised on the late day cusp of nearness
closer to the fire of being
resonating to the beat of living
waiting no more for the knock upon my door
upon my heart
i am the door
i am the one i've been waiting for ,,, 

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

....from the other side

here
the view vast
soft blue cold
with wildness upon my tongue
tangled contentment
soft blue contentment
this winter's afternoon
restless yearning
held in by the hands of time
hands of my own choosing ....
palliative amusements linger over licorice tea & marzipan tempests
sweeping winds carried on the backs of nuthatches
soft blue cold
wrapped wool knowing  
sing to me of water and dreams
sing to me of winter's bite
hold me in golden arms that smell crisp & ripe
sing to me of home
of ancient fields folded
soft blue cold
this view from the other side ....


Monday, December 7, 2015

JUXTAPOSED


There was a time
when i was content to be suzy-chapstick-shortcake
butterfly pink
frosted
pretty polished shiny
as the chrome on that 1958 beige rambler
that sits idle in that driveway--
there
there ....
perfect
forgotten
smelling like my mother's tabu & pendelton sweater
pearls & bonanza all wrapped up like a present ...
your present
waiting to ferment,
simmered .
age does that....
this time
today
now
i am gypsy-crazy
intently wandering for something dark & blue
my core of pierced truth
draped in broken fragments of my eternal pixie-vision
the desire
to stand awash in the blood, bone & breath of all that has come before
and all that lingers
pulsing beyond the borders of
this knowing
this time ...
awaiting only my own blossoming
dragon-blood fire thick & ethereal as an approaching thunderstorm
whirling
learning
growing
reaching
not content
not pink
but tangled in blues
greys ,,,
yearning into the far empty corners of my want
gypsy-crazy
as i intently desire .....
wakefulness