Thoughts on Autumn (a micropoetry series)
drifting home
with the autumn leaves
colored into the earth
a spirit dream
as you walk along the lawn
all covered in leaves
this spot where
you stand, molded
like a statue
and chiseled deep
into the earth
my spirit lay
beneath the autumn wind
inside a blanket
of all your colors
thoughts like a net
woven into the fabric of the wind
to capture what little impulse
there is to escape
Particles in Time (micropoetry)
we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
~
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
~
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
~
moon dust
moon walks—
a lonely planet
for far off thoughts
~
a ring around—
the ebony stones draw in
our secret thoughts
~
living by the water
stepping out the sea—
Torn Up (micropoetry)
between the stones
I listen for the sound
poisoned
under a tree
I hear the word
of mercy
wounded
I sail through the darkness
on the way
to a lost continent
I tore myself up
from broken earth
to rise like a king
but fell, burnt out
like the dying sun
falling
into the mud
I look up into your eyes
until I see no more
you
are a sculpture
formed
from the lines
of infinity
laid to rest
on the bed
of salvation
After Hearing the Rain
wet
with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
*
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
*
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
*
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
*
in the street
after a heavy rain—
a moment of heat
*
Songs of a New Morning
from the shore
where I can see it all
as it floats away
to some other land
where the sun continues to shine
for centuries
and treetops
sway in the wind
filling the grass
with wandering pollen
*
worn out
like a flag flown
for many years
*
alone here
where your lips once
had left a mark
*
once
I looked up
at the stones
and there opened a path
into the night
lit by torchlight
Lullaby
Together and Lost
together in time
time on a string—
friendship in notes
of what lovers bring
*
storms and fires
eons of woods
grown over and lost
to sight in the blind
communion of one
*
rust and battle—
armor left, foregone
on fields for others
to follow this road
*
alone
in the constant quest
of folly foregone
in others’ arms
*
one day crowned
anew without a plan—
maps torn and paper burned,
Another Day
far at sea
in the violent turn
of the waves and silence—
and out there somewhere
the shores of home
*
images
built in mist—
footprints
on the journey home
*
winds
and roots torn up—
covered in the dress
of a fallen queen
*
one blow
and then I’m down—
fallen to
the lightless depths
between the now
of life and eternity
*
one and then
the other—
sinking like Cleopatra
Carry Me Home
rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
*
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
*
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
*
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
begin to see
*
jigsaw night
among the red and blue—
once more I'm
back together again
*
sometimes dead as sin—
reborn for another day
Thoughts on Time
the lost art
of statues and colonnades
sketched in time
Ꚛ
stars slumber
as the sea water
that rings my feet
Ꚛ
light mixed in shade
between the leaves
that line my feet
Ꚛ
centuries old
as leaves whisper
on New England stone
Ꚛ
another day
she wanders on
without a name