Monday, January 30, 2017

the linear placement of January

snap!
falling icicles of expectation hiding amongst the debris of a thousand years
ruby-velvet solitude looks good on you
draped across shoulders made from sparrow bones
drawn in thes cool window frost of a morning holding no design--no fractal map
sorrow dwell here
pain lies in the corner pocket behind the abstract canvas
presence tidies the curtain
waiting upon the wool blanket for a sign
--that blue jay berating the cold--that sign!
snap!
enchantment found in the smallest things
absolute
relative
what a wonder stillness is ....
snap!

Friday, January 20, 2017

{we the people}

no words will rise today as blackbirds
wintering
soft gray the sky
void of cadence and cusp
soft gray this morning
a chance of rain
no song, no rhyme
as grace laps at shores
hearts folded into
our ancestors blue
with
youth
and yesterday...
sunlight has gathered her skirts
taking to fields distant
in search of silence, truth & pages
felted with possibility
as shining sorrow swells--bursting
under one sky
this morning ...
where no blackbirds rise


Thursday, January 19, 2017

звезды ( stars )












Domed days under herculean skies
stepping, counting, bending days
striving for aqua-puzzled-reason
nights shading, dripping into indigo
as faith's trajectory shifts to a new meridian
soul seeks nourishment from stars
and
the unexpected conversation
Healing lies therein:
circini, corvus & circus trains
compassion's permeable
boundaries spiraling
to
the open arms of night

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

board games














peace is sometimes found unexpectedly
strength is discovered in the lack
and
action is found in the not doing
risk is found in the staying
and
faith is found in the warmth of knowing who you are in the chaos of your days
when one spends their life going deep
feeling too much
talking too much
and
loving fiercely
sometimes
when one is not looking - truth sneaks up
and bites you on the ass
in shallow simplicity
and
sheer brilliance
action is found in the none action
in staying - sticking the landing
waiting veiled in the sureness
this space ....
this space.
hold fast
loving regardless
don't write a manifesto
shed ego
gamble your significance tenderly
roll the dice
and
go to the next place on the board
breathe
knowing love is found in Candy Land
not in Kierkegaard or Ayn Rand
Candy Land

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

of melt

of blood to heart to limb to land
green to gold as glass and sand
become we tender
sun to night
moonlit night
from field fallow to fields gold
it takes but a moment
a story told
to sleeping earth and channel dry
the heavens weep for sorrow's sigh
become we strive to evermore
become undone
of
dust and lore

Friday, January 13, 2017

rubor's tale


to move the silver token
splay the sand
break the chalice upon the winter's land
throw the spark to fire
despite the cold thread
that starts
.... to
tingle
and pulse along the central nervous chasm
between the 3rd and 4th vertebrate of mercury & jupiter
with
no
regard
to the relative position of the sun
or the single-arrow-choice of authenticity
but to move anyway
to move into the crash of fracture
where broken glass becomes blood coursing
ripping
tasting of nightshade flight
to become --
to become not right
we lick
we tender
the abrasion to the sound
of
celt drums and saturday morning cartoons
and
our own faint fragile heartbeat
lapsed by the living
except trees .... trees will always bend
as does the sky
and the yellowed photographs found upon old black pages in old albums lost
so
we lick
we tender
the carnival season rolls past; thunder, rain and rubies scattered
parcel paper & tight-ribboned bindings batter
the wad of injury festers
scolded & scalded & scaffolded
to its prime meridian line of less
never enough never good enough never
enough enough
forgotten ....
until
a drop of daring connects
the day 
a hand
lifts & tucks
knows
collects
gathers
straightening is felt
[felted]
smooth roundness of the whole
laid upon the back of the tongue
in waves of honeyed cake and vanilla rum
a bearable light felt
trees bend in sacred reverie
trees always bend 
sky reflects the cyan stirring
clarity is rubbed by that walnut hand to shine a fraction of
pearled opalescence deep deep into the fissure
finding it enough
polishing just enough
returning
to
diamond

Monday, January 9, 2017

afterparty

Let the earth bind fast to your nobility rising
Let the vastness of heaven rest upon your shoulders
Let your mind crack apart with wonder
as thought turns to honey
hardened to amber resin
timeless
tempered
by the winter of your bones
lips part, mouth opens
and peregrines fly out
to roost upon those lips
ruby-bruised by feathered intensity
and talons ...
tethered
to
revolution
evolution
and quilted sorrow's shine
we watch
we taste
the azure waiting






Wednesday, January 4, 2017

betwixt

Capricorn golden, amaranth & kasbah blue
sounding strangely like a meadowlark's song
searching i am
for 
something  . .
as I dervish wildly;
slicing the fragments of my bindings
whirling madly waiting for the collateral damage & blood
just when i believed all secrets & paradigms were caged. . .
I catch the scent of some mystery, some truth still buried
illusive & teasing. . .
tolerance adapts : leaving me numb - resigned
until the warmth of that shine and the richness of that song nudge the hollowness
and
I
dance
scouting & revealing 
love's
trust
&
truth