Mist a train:
Roll in the rain
Up the mountain,
Shield broken aim,
Carry me remains.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
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
Taking strong emotions
When they emerge
And pushing them
Until their struggles end
And I forget they drift
My gaze transfixed
On the far horizon
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
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
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.