Bless Her Leaving

so the future refuses

my guesthouse and my welcome

she's left because of refuse

she's become so slim and seldom

her promises bent

too thin to compete at loss

too often around the bend

unchosen at an open cross

out the door with a wisp

unable to compete with broken dreams

her memory now rarely whispers

my lost destiny's golden beams

To Grow (to Full or to Naught)

Angry and alone he dwelt

Assuming light, spring would suffice

A stubborn stump, inward clenched

Palms bleed from fisted ferocity

A cold world between thought and sun

So with-in and with-out too warm to deny

Afraid and shied he hides

The frozen chasm from light to light

Will he cross and die to live?

Only the sun, stars, moon

Nothing holds so inward clenched

Yet, the leap seems almost certain death

Pray, Thee, grace the pedals

May courage wrestle open flower bloom

May earth cheer it's bursting alien

The ether-nether struggle collapsed within him

///dark fingers

Broken head in hand

Wrist and writ, fingers crossed crass

Go soul to dark noon

The Oak and the Acorn

Waited for sunlight

Waited for daybreak

A piercing gaze to set me free

Shadows crawl around

I am not alone

Stains of light ethereally near

The heavy hands are locked

The hour never comes

To force a dawn past infixed always

To photograph this moment

Would suffice to show all moments

Of my rounded eternality

Different is a harlot

Trying to turn new grooves

But all bites speak from crooked teeth

I awoke again to many

Tomorrow may be one

But it's been forever many

Blue to red to white

Black to gold to grey

All unfine while all still pale

Once you sing anew

I will hurried go

To keep you from a doubling back

I see the shiny leaves

From within my grassy pane

Seen and stuck, death and seed

(Does the oak envy the acorn?)