on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost day was slipping silently into a breezy evening the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping … More SALT AIR
dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next
shapeless descending rain onto the skin running the vines of the outstretched hands as welcoming drops drift into random paths directed by gravity and unevenness finally released to the ground, the willing undertaker of the falling from heaven
the meadow absorbs a light morning rain breathing it out by late afternoon as I walk through with my arms extended vortices from rising vapors twist off the ends of my hands forming contrails drifting silently to the ground without any evidence as I reach the other side
piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand
The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO
At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump
A place strong like a river surroundings soft on the eyes and easy on the hands drawing out the best of long fields where sunsets command a second look and rains are infrequent while angels harmonize in the scent of lavender dissolving the unknown
the shadow staggers behind out of rhythm humming a song no one ever heard there were times of shadow separation crossing the line a string of walk-a-ways never followed through or followed up and the lack of respect the disinterest toward the shadow spending time leaning, fading back, crossing over or through … More JUST TO THE SIDE
Day turns over its hand the imperfect fame and weak applause of dusk follows into nights cover where careless fears settle within a harvest of solitude the sound of breathing entertains the imagination of rebels in hiding nearby while in the black beyond there is always something like a vanishing accident or an unused … More SOMETIMES ALONE
Roger Singer 