Way,thou without name Eternal,yet Death to many–chest, –yours, pierced by hold of;witnesses, –yours, drown’d in seeking of;throat-movers, –yours, raised t’outer with joy of;fingertips, –yours, pause-broke for respect of;pearl-beams, –yours, whittle-faded in return of;low-clerk, –yours, forgeing by will of;
Archives for March 2005
something
suppose i saw you, never meant to, it just happened; would you wave me, swaying daisy, and let me know? suppose i met you, never meant to, it just happened; could i see you, even hold you, not letting go? suppose we were dreaming, never scheming, it just happened; should i wake you, or maybe [...]
Mother Moon
Mother Moon wide-smiles with nod toward stage of Earth; in fixed-gaze and without stir of wind, She washes through us fallen creatures, gently rocking World to Sleep’s domain…
love eternalized
like whimpering pet left in rain to cleanse, merely open door and stay with you shall ’til crown of time banish us to love eternalized.
orangeflorescence
like sunrun raindrops through back of tiger streak-striped in orangeflorescence
Serenity Smile
how serene her smile in Summer’s facial lightings, where hair of shined mahogan’silk rests in bask of Daylight’s father frequenting Shore for despise of Shade and its lower Beauty– but though for stuttered moment pictured is her Serenity Smile, fallen to love has she with other.
brokejaw ice
brokejaw ice like teeth in crimson’d drink one glass [milk of in halfdoze many jawgum left choke-spat sparingly to crystal as though by fresh-shined child and smiling] in LEGO’d fever
age'ed jack o' lantern
age’ed jack o’ lantern, your ash-caged jagged grin finds reflection: me– awakened in smile of throat, cross of eye to eye to close to smile again– to smile to flint again ;
A summer at Milburn Place
Once again it was that time of year, To plant, to mow, to set the dogs in rear. For a month or two we would be gone A time too short, but for Mum too long. “The maid,” she’d say, “will care for the dogs. I hope she doesn’t feed them like hogs, as you’re [...]
constant glance
spin me and watch me fall– top-heavy with dreams of you– this pounding in my chest could it be from you? your only gift to me without knowing i exist– rash, but not completely clueless to the ways of love and everything that comes with it.. i know a look can’t be enough to wrap [...]
