What other firmament awaits
And elsewhere salted sea at which you may jut your jaw
Is there new terra to sweet-talk now
Where its air be so kind to your longing lungs
Time and time again
Who else can you call home
Tag Archives: Poetry
Baton
There’s neither pressure
Nor something to prove
What purpose the drum
Why the brass, you ask
The warmth ‘neath your hand
Keeping most perfect time
The cool clarity
Holds your crystalline mind
The team of the two
If they will become friends
A life-force
That will deliver you
In Sight
Searching one day
Inward to learn
To finally find
That I favored orange
And spice
And softness after all
Overnight -treasure!
To outward know
I’ll still seek
Through the seeming black
For not cinnamon
For clove perhaps
hex
Unified
Driven
Brilliant to boot
Serving
To insulate
From cold
From disdain
Scattering
To reflect
Reminding
Of light
believers
Look! Here comes the morning
And we’re destined
Let it kiss the forehead of us
As if all is well
Princess Cut
A sister served to remind
That I tell you
Here
In the fall, I lost my ring
But not my promise
And I wait
I was gardening
Hands, feet and brow covered in dirt
In beautiful dirt
Making things pretty
So it’s okay
What else is there to tell
Oh
Yes
There is such difficulty in this
If there are choices
I’d say I’ve chosen
To not see, that I’d not know
So many else forget
Protect your eyes
Your skin, your perceptions
Keep clean from consensual dirt
This is that
Promise
Colonial
A moment of balance
In muslin white and waiting for them
On the outside looking in
But content
It’s an odd hour
What have you to do anyway
Return home, to the heat
Don comfortable clothes
And be with the telly and takeout
Freckles: A Haiku
Start at the center.
Follow through to the outside.
Love it. Love it all.
Blue-Grey Tee
You didn’t mind and I didn’t matter
I’d be your sounding board in exchange
For stolen glances at God’s handiwork
How you cared to steward His chiselings
I studied in the moment of the dream
All
The whole time, damned to awaken
But I, glad for the dream
Said I love you
Sang a song
And at once
Arose
Map Dot
I live
On a little vintage street
In a little sunny home
With a little strapping kid
Where the biggest courage looms
For the biggest of ideals
At the biggest point in time
I live
