Is it the end? such a distance form what was the beginning security stood close moving safely one way avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes now a glove is missing from the hand I knew remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT
what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips
that’s the cloud holding my dreams, I know the shape I recognize it often possessing my words within its corners and folds, desperate emotions, wounds, joyful expressions, the in between, and prayers for voices no longer with us, gone to rest as I stand under the cloud I trusted, a witness reminding me to keep … More REMINDING ME
on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS
clouds turn like pages stories release from the swelling haze the sun strongly appears shining on road signs of the heart a late burning dusky sky suggests tomorrows forecast as day rolls over into night and dawn releases an overflow of rain from heaven; the soil drinks the sky dry
when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows
resurrecting self, folktales, adventures, surviving a space invaded with good works and deeds overlooked, the misdirection of obvious road signs while inspecting the caged animal within as chains loosen, constant pressure, the escape is inevitable, beyond the guardian, to be accepted or misunderstood
its where being broken coaxes the spirit to dance to psalms spoken soft while gazing up urging a cloud to spell your name, or form a puffed dog, instead it rains, light drops harmless dribbles, one shape beyond mist with a flat soaking on coats and hats, dripping off to the ground, soaking in, watering … More BROKEN UNDER RAIN
youth took the half of me photos that never grow old sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start a dream dismantled a prayer answered recovering from loss falling into strength the ordinary path the measure of a chance … More SOUL PRINT
subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT
Roger Singer 