There’s a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land
I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real someone calls my name; no one is there trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN
A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE
I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE
There was a meeting of loose waters tumbling words captured from streams overflowing looking inward to brilliance and tears stirring the imperfect dreams and shadowed corners awake they brought to the surface what was always there
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside. Truck lights create lonely shadows. Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home. Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY
The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart rivers absent of motion become power lost thin paths test the feet of the brave at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.
A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall a newness provides the power like rivers broken stars mend what was lost resurfaces the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness
A low rumbling a quiet menace brooding on the horizon a language of sounds ominous clouds above the reach of man evil markings retire day’s shadows relinquishing serene space to a greater force heavy weather reflects in eyes gazing upward rain presses onto the souls of mortals.
Roger Singer 