Friday, January 13, 2017

Sickly

A dying, sickly daylight
Slithers through a slit
In the split westward sky.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

All

All
I give you,
I would give you
An infinity of times,
Gratis.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Wide Open Night

Oh, how my wide open heart aches
To see the color of a dusklight sky
Fading into the space of nighttime,

While ember snowbrushed mountains
Descend from jagged knifelike sharpness
Into a hazy blur of dark invisibility.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Drowning Sorrow

Taking strong emotions
When they emerge
And pushing them
Back underneath
Until their struggles end

And I forget they drift
Under-away
My gaze transfixed
By shimmering
On the far horizon

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

I and Crow

Crow and I,
Both dark-clad,
Both hungry,
Both startled
By the cry
Of a gull
Passing by,
Overhead.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

the fur of the earth

The fur of the earth,
Gold in open-land sun,
Rises in amber tufts,
Climbs the rolling hillsides
In steady-cresting waves,
Reaching just high enough;
And as far as eye can vise.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Fall, suspended

Bright red
Sunlit
Flighted
Flitted
By wind
Suspend-
                ed
Mid-grid
A glimpsed
Second
Unbid
Dead-limp
Descend-
                ed

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Railride

An open expanse of flat, grey-mirroring water, mimicking its sky on high.
A ruined shipwreck rising above the tide, grimly shallow waters to remind.
Wisps of drifting fog ghost over crisping leaves, autumning in their time.
The tide flat stretching broken mud-grasslands and streams throughout that wind.
The drone of the train singing, rolling along the gentle, coastal course it rides.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Childlike / Finish

You can be child-like-I,
Feeling all things tremendously.

You can be deadened inside;
Nothing moves you stupendously.

You can seek middle-just-right,
Finding extremes horrendously.

You'll find things catching your eye,
Catching them the sole aim you'll see.

You could live dreams all your life,
Drifting always pretend to sleep.

You may balance edge-of-knife,
Staying upright defies all feats.

You might rather rush the line,
Finding death at the end a treat.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

One wing, no flight

Moth wing,
Just one
Flaps round
On ground
Up walls
In jaws
Of ant
Straight line
Sheer might
No grace
Of flight
Spun round
Bright lights