Tag Archives: Shoulders
Arid
There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me
No multitasked error
I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am
No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders
Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk
These ears know perfect pitch
These feet know fertile ground
There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me
No multitasked error
I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am
No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders
Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk
These ears know perfect pitch
These feet know fertile ground
Crocus, then
If we grant winter steal our bare shoulders
Shutter our hearts, deny our eyes open windows
Who then, of what mettle, would we be?
If not sun-filled and and mocking the chill
I should prefer my soul exiled
Some dark side of a most unearthly moon
Kālakā
Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow
A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders
So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road
If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me
I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again
May it be, my brother
May it be
Mormon Row
With grateful paintbrush in hand, I am leaving space for you
A beautiful a background, careful, I capture the sun
Find now open an area broad enough and close enough to the sky
That your shoulders might fit and comfortably give rest to what is
I know not the shape of you, tho’ your colors, you’ve made clear
Bright-dark weathered patina that complements my tempest greens
Vivid chards of amber to offset my mountainous blues
Your easy frame an open window, a willing respite
Fighting your way, straight to the foreground of me, for me
Withstanding, will they find us, the very wildest of climes
Rooftops
What is there to say to the silhouette
Eyes and heart now stolen
Haunt me more
Keep me again from sleep
Let the light take its leave from your shoulders
No it cannot be
I drown in words
Though speech has escaped me
July 11, 2016: A Haiku
What has kept me warm
The sheath wrapped ‘cross my shoulder
Your hidden footprints
June 30, 2016: A Haiku
Learning to let go
Sun glinting off your shoulders
Fly and live again
The blanks
To live in the dark shadows
At the soft end of the long, hard day
To lay in the calm
Of the exposed, rocky underside
To linger forever
Tho’ the shoulders beg for home sweet home
To learn, though blinded
To be found in the lost of it all