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Siesta for Two
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Tag Archives: Poetry
Isolation
our eyes once
held hands
your footsteps
sunken into mine
o’er
the cold warmth
the beauty
the wonders
of winter’s boulevard
now all
by your absence
be a blur
striking me
colorblind
in all spectra
as my mind
trips
into frozen thought
we are not here
we are
not
Ambush
of her be aware
hawk who espies everything
if you snooze you lose
(This happens– usually just outside my front door– about 4 times a year. It takes a few days for the local birds to resume their activities around the hanging feeder and the ground level water dish.)
Anticipation (from the Time Capsule)
our solitary sail
environ’d by horde of mist
drawn towards th’ unchart’d
yet together
our faith expects nothing less
than the sun breaking bread
with the sea
Looking Glass
reflection
in Mirror
has no weight
only power
sought or dispel’d
by her viewer
Desert View
fallen from herbage
seedlings of obscurity
breeding endless sand
Restless Cerebrations
pollen from thought to thought
until “The” thought
fingers stroke where speech breathes
to where smells migrate
and yawns and stirs the lover
with infant’s eyes on a date with night
draw passion into syringe
stab into mind
and hew the tourniquet
thy bosom
the sun
flash flood
then drought in soporific beam
Spark
my dearly belov’d Sight
unveil
that She might
caress the distance
with Clarity
and of Myself let the rest
Imagine a Meaning
Time
thru infinity’s door
her shadowy breath
her ghostly heartbeat
an eternal enigma
an Immortal
possessing everything
and not knowing it
Options
mostly
mine own feet to blame
seeking cracks in brightness
romantic fissures conquering ambition
that other lives
fabrications like diverse repeating decimals
might be liv’d
translating “where I am”
