In the midst of Winter's dance against a blackened sky the winds will chant with no clouds to break its maddening rant the gods will come to join you If you try to move, you'll find you can't as heaven will its glory plant placing you deep in a trance you'll turn to see yourself … Continue reading “Note to Self” a poem
On a walk I met a special man, talked together as well as two souls can With one mind we shared our words today, just to confirm there was nothing to say From a far and distant place, I could tell from the skin of his face Renewed my trust, renewed my faith, we spoke … Continue reading “Never Learned His Name” a poem
What time is it? What is it, time? Is it time? What? Time, is it what? It is time
The pen awaits my mind wanders the broom calls the dust beckons the paper is blank my thoughts are full all about everything but the paper and pen
It was a fuzzy onesie Colorful, like a caterpillar might wear A turtle neck and snaky arms Worn and stretched to perfection Attracting me like a bee to a flower Thoughts of cuddling, tumbling, squeezing fill my mind and make me want to say "Honey, do you really have to go?"
When the world was young, easy to see God's handiwork done; Creation ongoing in every blossom and bloom, Even Winter's darkness held naught of our doom; Dervish whirling, phantasmagorical in hue, everything natal, spring-fresh and new; The feeling of wonder and erotic joy, captured in every rainbow, flower and toy; Vibrating, pulsing in psychedelic repose, … Continue reading “When the World Was Young” a poem
Selina teases from behind her verdant gauze, a blushing sylvan mounting the hypaethral stage. Assiduous votaries occlude all other thoughts, filled with exuberance in their obeisance. Stepping lightly from behind her translucent blind, a refulgent sigil to which no sobriquet is worthy, sheds her panoply and rises to the heavens, while renascent voyeurs, awe-struck, stare. … Continue reading “Selina” a poem
She rose, large and full over the winter landscape Her refulgence obfuscating her subtle beauty An oft-used looking glass, mounting the heavens Ebullient in her assent, her daily rounds A window to the the soul of the lonely traveller Hopes and fears race across her diaphanous screen A moment in an eternity, as time in … Continue reading “She Rose” a poem
What say ye today oh muses? Move my heart, I'll suffer no excuses. Alight my mindstreams tied to diamond moonbeams, Don't be fickle or make me preem on this day of splendid dreams. Rant, dazzle, confound or impart, whatever comes I will surely take to heart.
Was there day a minute a second which passed without bloodshed Certainly not a decade a lifetime or century passed without unthinkable acts I have heard of peace-time, but when was it? After the war to end all wars? Some lives have known peace, but not so our creations Has a minute has passed without … Continue reading “When Was Peace-time?” a poem
I hear you as the sky brightens tickling my ears with your sweet song With closed eyes I see you clearly wrapped in your aural embrace The melody is familiar twist of an age-old theme heard for the first time a tune of my making The stories you share sparkle my windswept being revealing what … Continue reading “Songbird” a poem
I dream we are on a high dais, basking in the cosmic rays Overlooking the world, vessel of all souls, we dance Love of life, love of love, championing the refulgence of Beauty Lighter of darkness, caster of shadow we sing of creation A binary system collapsed to one, no line of separation between, shockwave … Continue reading “I Dream” a poem