Thursday, April 22, 2010

Above.


At the faintest rumble, rumoring
thunder, you pull off your headphones
suspiciously, like a dog remembering
an old voice, the noisemaker
and his repeated song dies, artificially
flat, as the clouds sing their play.

Hold up.


With only sprinkles
the creek rises high, doubled
like a fat man's chin.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Morning Blush. .

The sky blushes, with mourning
apologies, for her predestined course,
running tethered to the siren's calls;
leashing free will to a locked song,
she cries, under the measured weight.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Rings.


Communication lost, amid many
words, then silence glosses lips
read in kisses; writings breathe
into fearful hearts, lines
drawn, etchings of younger hands'
trembling fingers matching, now
ringed with residue.


Monday, April 12, 2010

Deposed.


A Kingfisher sits, still,
throned tenuously on a line,
like an old man, alone
in the royal company of coffee; quietly,
the dark magic of the court empties
into light; and again
an empty cup...

Friday, April 9, 2010

Tarrying Tears.


I may yet find you
somewhere down the road, not lost
in lingering nights'

dreams, waking with past
failures; new animation
breathes with feared repeats...

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Nor anything else in all creation...

Verses speak: not height nor depth;
yet, separation augments mind's inventions,
stalking joy with umbras, dark
questioning of even the skeptic, mining
the same answers, belief found
walking altared gounds, footfalls
reading: One was here, returning...

Sunday.

The sun's light at dawn
retreats beneath day; finding
solace in the clouds.

Friday, April 2, 2010

First Elk.


This evening in the shadows
they arrived, filling their starved bellies
and my wintered eyes;
rumbling with old memories, echoed
new, with the yearly turn.

Their forms against the evening sky,
silent; still,
like wooden cut-outs; silhouettes
grazing, ruminating change,
tasting beauty...