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In Love’s Wake

In writing on November 10, 2019 at 1:09 am

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The Universe Is Straight

In writing on October 14, 2019 at 1:49 pm

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To a red spider lily

In writing on October 2, 2019 at 1:00 pm

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All day long you shone,

a bride of the light.

Apotheosis of the crimson curve,

ballerina in the breeze,

your rosy petals arch coyly around my thoughts

as your stamen bravely stand ready to

hold up the sky.

A long delicate swan-neck of a stem

places you one foot up and a million leagues over

the grass, nodding regally at your kingdom.

Symmetry-breaker,

Cynosure of my moments,

Avatar of a million woodland gods,

when low trade and fruitless empire have turned to dust

it will be your fate to redeem this broken world.

 

 

 

It Comes on

In writing on September 13, 2019 at 12:07 pm

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Day

In writing on July 21, 2019 at 1:44 am

Write Down the Words

In Uncategorized on June 13, 2019 at 9:57 am

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There

In Uncategorized on June 9, 2019 at 12:08 pm

Having lost the habit of being

I found myself in a new place.

It was emptier than the one before,

one had room to breathe.

There were walls all around

but I did not mind.

On the principle that expressing oneself

is good, I screamed at the walls:

“Once I too had a child!”

If anyone heard me, they gave no sign.

Somehow then, I was wandering down

streets that were quieter than they had a right to be.

On the outskirts of a nameless city I paused

to give a finely patterned moth a testament of sorts:

What we cannot imagine will certainly occur;

Have little faith in the deceptive shine of the world;

Endeavor not to recapture the butterfly years of

youth with the torn net of memory, etc.

I traveled on.

Nights I slept huddled at the base of statues

of figures whose names I did not know.

The buildings, bridges and roads had

fallen into disrepair, but I had lost all my tools.

So many crossroads, so many paths to choose from!

At times I sensed I was near the coast,

but I never saw the sea.

Were those years then that followed one another down

like autumn leaves?

I knew I was almost done.

In some forgotten valley I lay on my back

sky above, earth below, stream by my side.

Peace came then, combing her long black hair,

someone was drawing the curtain,

and I glimpsed home.

Funny How

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2019 at 10:50 am

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Know This

In Uncategorized on May 5, 2019 at 1:22 pm

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Riversong

In Uncategorized on May 3, 2019 at 9:00 am

Poem and draft