This complete contentment
To walk
Completely independent
Of the one who walks the same
The resonance notwithstanding
The skin
We’ve weaved and find meandering
Doesn’t matter to my name
Tag Archives: Poetry
Craven
I named him
Conqueror
Last Summer it was
When I was golden
Tan
My intuition covered, buried it seems
In Moab red
There still remains ink
And no end to it in sight
So he shall walk on
The same dust
I tread through
Find my god-willed voice soft, sweet
In Alaska blue
Feathers and Lilies
It is well before dawn and the quiet inside
The foreign and air-starved loud quiet inside
Finds me silently searching the strangest of voids
Where a grasp I despise sends me straight to my knees
And I’m told to not care for the question at hand
Or ask it in vain to the emptiest ears
Won’t the day come
Anymore
Was that photographed tree
Standing strangely tall above the tree line
An old soul of a sapling
Was he?
Were the smallest birds smart
Drawing near to his clear air up there
Beckoned by his branches -come, play!
Were they?
Will people seek solace
Called by common-ground conscience
Hearing his cry -come up high!
I cannot ask anymore
Wide-angle View
I almost ruined it
Listening to the sunrise today
Needing so badly to step back and blink
The step back -the blink
That removes the pain
For I am not the patriot clang
The whimsical splashing shore
Or the sizzling Southwest wind
Welcoming in
The sunrise smile
Proofless
Faith again
In Ourselves and the thing guiding this Us
You’ll find the rock
At the center of me
Spinning still
Faith in my hands in your irreverent hair
The earnestness with which you count
Each act of my spine
Hands together applauding
At last faith
Concrete
Let cold concrete soothe you
The shiny travel guides
With talk of warm-blooded adventure
Are only pictures and paper
Kitchen
With morning breakfast
Magic
And should I spill you
Tragic
At evening tea
We’ll see
Cinnamon
Lucid Lives
This non-sensical place
All there are
Are goodbyes
To do
When will
The Living
Matter
And aloneness, looking back
Have cost too much
Love and Walk
Walk in Love
Is all there is
So do
1
On the edge of the end
In deep need of goodness
I fastened a cape
It had to be woven in truth
This time
Lest I fall from the sky
Electric and magic
Near-reckless sensibility
Enduring and tender
Incredulous…ridiculous
Wary yet wanting of fire
I fastened the fibers of you
Wove them all through
Set you atop my shoulders
Then flew
And did I fall
