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For Bear

In writing on August 23, 2019 at 2:44 pm

How could it come to pass
That you cease to be?
Why would the world ever let
The lights dim in your fine eyes,
Or allow your strong peasant’s back
To bow in silent surrender to the years?
You have taught me loyalty, and gentleness,
And how to submit
to the golden tyranny of love.
Years of quiet, playful grace you granted me,
On forested paths we slowly carved
Out of companionship and time.
Slights and sadnesses you drove away with
Your fierce guardian’s heart.
Your whole life lay like a great protective
Arm around my tender soul.
Tonight I have hidden your death
Under the Moon’s shadow:
I swear it shall never be found.
And you and I will stroll forever under
Nodding leaves of summer and over
Fields of endless light.

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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.

Last Chance

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2019 at 11:32 am

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The Dead

In Uncategorized on September 9, 2018 at 1:49 pm

Salute

In Uncategorized on February 4, 2018 at 7:38 am

Birthright 

In Uncategorized on May 14, 2017 at 5:53 am

July 9

In Uncategorized on March 31, 2016 at 1:54 pm

snowfall-1282There is a stillness at the heart of all things.

You have sensed it in the interstice of moments alone

and in the ebb tide of quiet lovers’ talk.

You have felt its cool touch in the laughter of your children,

or when the Sun’s repose has quenched

the sky’s colonnades of fire.

Patience and tranquility attend it;

passed translucent souls serve as fervent

acolytes in this alabaster temple of the mind.

Yet you have striven all your life for

the dirty playthings of this world.

Your felt your blood rise and brutal rage,

an uninvited guest, visit your heart

and all because–but you have forgotten the cause.

You allowed hate and jealousy to put their plump hands in yours.

Judas, Mammon and Mara smiled at the ease with which

you were led astray.

But now, at the end, the moneylenders have fled;

the boulevards of trade and avarice stand empty.

There is no one left to blame, or to judge.

Clutch your feverish brow–murmur vows of repentance–

shriek frenzied imprecations at Creation:

it will not alter the solemn light

shimmering on the leaves one iota.

The tender universe shines on in grace and quietude

as you slowly kneel down, at long last a true disciple.

 

July 8

In Uncategorized on March 30, 2016 at 1:51 am

Darling don’t you know

I wanted to give you the world

in all its blinding beauty

its richness and its glory,

transmuted to a limpid jewel

you could hold in your precious hand.

This for that onrushing day

when I have gone to dust.

And so we journeyed you and I

across vast plains and high peaks of memory,

through centuries of sunlit days, moon-fed nights.

At length we came to rest here, in

this secret cavern carved of tears,

walls glistening with blue depths

of dreamhaunted waters.

We lay down, for I had become weary.

You ran your hands through the golden sand

saying Look, look, father.

The tawdry world knelt down at your feet,

roses melted into hot stars and

the beasts of the field gathered around

and grew still.

Time smiled wanly and whispered

Just this once….

My heart rose like a long-caged bird;

I as well.

The wind was already brushing away my footprints.

April 3

In Uncategorized on March 19, 2014 at 9:56 pm

Tell her goldenrod lies heavy on

the field, and the bees fill the air

with summer’s slumbrous song.

Let her know that clouds are

tumble-melting castle dragons across

a lapis lazuli sky, while the wind has

hidden itself just beyond the leaves.

Say to her that the stream outside her

window has brought as tribute

a single perfect maple leaf,

emblazoned with its own funeral pyre.

Let her know a white-hot moon is

burning a hole right through the

autumn night– won’t she come to see?

Inform her that winter’s come to call,

resplendent in its icy mourning cloak,

and if she could just shake off that

deeper chill in her limbs, she might

pay her respects.

Tell her the land has become

one gigantic blossom,

there is nothing that’s not growing,

and that the whole green world has made for her

a grass skirt and a necklace of trees

she could put on if that marble door

she rests behind

were not so final in its decree.

March 24

In Uncategorized on January 19, 2014 at 4:27 am

The room is clean and bright

and holds precisely one dying man

and me.

Okamoto: intone it gravely, like a dirge.

Okamoto: gruff gym teacher, 60 years old

if a day; erstwhile gentle dictator of the

court and field.

Okamoto: a once stocky, vigorous frame

reduced to a bony bundle of kindling,

easy pickings for the Reaper.

Skin like a shroud, deep-set eyes

already plumbing the abyss.

Frailty, thy name is man.

Sir: Might we say that you have

simply lost the trick of living?

Far, far worse men than you will

live on, smirking and cursing.

Sensei: They shall be forgotten,

and you shall not.

For all the good you did…was good.

Okamoto: You are those million moments

of joy, of gratitude, of light.

Brother, you shall rest in the tall grass,

and stumbling Death shall never find you,

and your name shall be a prayer

to outlast the stars.