Saturday, April 7, 2012

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?)