Tag Archives: Poetry

Hope While the Dragon’s Awake

Spirit of th’ Earth
let us invocate

grace Her with gentle strokes
for purring comfort in Her song

inspiring floodwaters to don
their rainbow mists
into songs of encouragement

not for the morrow
when This Moment will do
to be ours to dream

Farewell for Now (from the Time Capsule)

last light to sail upon thy orbs
shall be my face—
a smile
masking my heart’s melancholy
on your journey
beyond the peaks of dark stars—
a smile
forever a memory
in thy spirit’s lifeline—
until the flesh of my own ghost
adds substance to your dream
and our smiles embrace

Lynx Lake, Prescott, AZ

discoveries anew

awaken festive tones

knowing that infinite strikes

breathe in th’ undiscover’d

Collision of Thoughts (03/24)

‘twas not always a part
of this infrequent dream
where land and sky rendezvous’d
in quiet harmony

but now a distant gap
has been arcanely occupy’d
with another mystery to engage
this already megafusion of senses

what else might be there
on some return trip?

Debutante

belly of ballet slippers
sine waves o’er th’ ideal leaf
her dinner and bed to make

tireless pirouettes
to a song of the morrow
her rebirth womb to spin

for now, her mother she is
trading belly flesh for flight
till tears the fabric of her egg

flutter… flutter…
powdery limbs to th’ ocean above ground
to jitterbug among the flowers
and even find love

and with love
sometimes give birth these milkweeds
to babies
that crawl
and spin
to bid farewell
to be welcom’d
       …as she

Senior Citizen

no longer holds this frame
the sinew of my youth
flying amidst the trees
hunting with patient stealth
sentrying the lands of my castle

still now I share
the bed of Mom and Dad’s laps
the dregs in their yogurt cups
and above all—their love
th’ elat’d blessings of Our home

Dream III

splash’d was my mind
with a whisper
of hue on furlough
of age forgotten
of entities that never were

and when my eyes
yawn’d and left their pillow
strain’d I my intellect
only to remember none of it

and still but a partial play
in a future slumber

Rock

some—
see but a fallen angel
a mistake
broken from the flesh of a cliffside
a peril potential to passers unfortunate—
onward traverse these o’er beaten paths

others—
feel the result of Nature’s chisel
as an abstract
or a weather’d ancient ruin
or any infinites
of provokers of imagination—
recess these with bottl’d water and cameras
and cerebral conversation