SYMPHONY

rivers of thoughts are words reacting in a struggling orbit, encouraging   the moment to go into the wind, not fight it while digging deep but not too deep, within the chest of your earth as it expands then relaxes, creating pause, while holding back like the patience of an insect, jumping or flying only … More SYMPHONY

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DISCOVERING

trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible,   releasing messages from years,   unstoppable,   like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me  

AFTER MANY YEARS

he patiently waits at the cafĂ©, looking for her and then watches her approach,   he thinks…   there you are my other glove the shoe that fits the door that welcomes a shoulder waiting the glass half full the moon over waves footsteps together a dance a few whispered words the voice the memories … More AFTER MANY YEARS

HORIZON OF WORDS

I could see words drying on a line washed and dripping under a half sun, moisture fragrant pushed by midday breezes, forming a message of thoughts without speaking, yet resonating within the seed of understanding where the horizon gathers up the remainder of day pulsing with energy to finally set          

ANGELS AND DEVILS

words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves   we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS

FALLING AWAY

words I know falling on me from clouds and infinity skies like blizzards of fire or moonlit letters of shadowed memories flowing down reminding, slipping within morning and evening buried in the breath under every sun and moon recalling the moments never to return

RECOVERY 101

escaping the fire the inside burn of scars   sharp word blades wounding bloodletting   as courage lines up within marching against rising tides and the instruments we fight   a lesson of learn and recover watered over smoldering without damage

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there