he sits, sipping his tea on a porch before meadows and mountains familiar to his voice and supplications, under stars and bright sun, considering dreams, some real some reminders of a good life with songs brightly sung and poetry, the puzzle of words, that some plainly grasp, but for a few, the message remains deep … More CLEARLY
the house was a fire of voices a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats floor boards language inner travel from room to room burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet
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
to the river currents of madness, a serpent tempting wisdom before time the greatest of powers always running beyond and away a deep voice of fear and warning the under-surface twists and turns its own song as it keeps the sides forever apart
a life in parenthesis brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER
Removing the coat of protection the curtain once important breaking away from the person within where the dust of youth is a repeating song while pushing out the voices of ghosts and shadows
And then… he was gone he took with him his voice and crooked smile his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE
…the beginning of finding the step left behind the curtain untouched the magic uncovered there’s a long walk without reason or direction a time buried in alone a door offering release questions fill the pockets answers hope for friends search is the escape from the crossroads a subtle direction … More TODAY…OR TOMORROW
walking a path where moonlight follows breezes brush against the edge of curiosity a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided afraid of loving afraid of losing haunting the inner soul
We are students on the edge where unedited souls are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center … More COMMON GROUND
Roger Singer 