these hollows of winter
filled by the long passage
of time
and light
and life
drawn low,
silver and pristine
through the haze
of daily tumult
we think
but not too intently
about the Spring
renewal
with its gifts unhastened
by our wanting for them
horizons lost to veils of grey
jewels of joy and sorrow both
adorn these shortened winter days
lips quieted beneath the morrow
unheard yet heeded
calls beyond
that known to us
of earthly bond
these the bellowing voices
of the hollows
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sewn Under A Pall
Red Poppies on the Wall
Know not Spring or Fall
Their fates have been pressed
and forever sealed
Passion drenched petals
No longer feel
Red Poppies on the Wall
Answer selflessly, the call
Their witnesses proffer
Not lavish Praise
but solemn Stares
Drawn through crimson haze
Red Poppies on the Wall
Who have Risen to the Fall
Gone to seed before the season
With No Influence over Reason
Red Poppies on the Wall
Plucked as Sacrifice to All
Broad Fields of red
Their colors Shed
Each Sewn Under A Pall
Know not Spring or Fall
Their fates have been pressed
and forever sealed
Passion drenched petals
No longer feel
Red Poppies on the Wall
Answer selflessly, the call
Their witnesses proffer
Not lavish Praise
but solemn Stares
Drawn through crimson haze
Red Poppies on the Wall
Who have Risen to the Fall
Gone to seed before the season
With No Influence over Reason
Red Poppies on the Wall
Plucked as Sacrifice to All
Broad Fields of red
Their colors Shed
Each Sewn Under A Pall
Monday, October 11, 2010
after thought- may 2005
minutes fleeting, ticking
life in strobing images
black and white
slow, flickering
a flame at the feet of Pericles
Kings snickering
with brazen greed
stoking engines on
that will not heed
to logic, love or higher notions
but thrust henchmen on
across the oceans
to spoil and soil
by sword and shield
their purple cloaks
adorn the field
...
just an after thought
to dinner and a movie
in America
life in strobing images
black and white
slow, flickering
a flame at the feet of Pericles
Kings snickering
with brazen greed
stoking engines on
that will not heed
to logic, love or higher notions
but thrust henchmen on
across the oceans
to spoil and soil
by sword and shield
their purple cloaks
adorn the field
...
just an after thought
to dinner and a movie
in America
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
light spun
sphinx in the desert
sun on her face
illuminating her enticing russet hue
desire is the link
that brings us to this place
to learn what is known
under heavenly eyes azul
messianic voices
call to each from cavernous souls
to reach the lips of one
whose work is to extoll
the virtues of the arduous journey
to share all there is to give
and walk in reflection
of creation
that as one
may we all live
sun on her face
illuminating her enticing russet hue
desire is the link
that brings us to this place
to learn what is known
under heavenly eyes azul
messianic voices
call to each from cavernous souls
to reach the lips of one
whose work is to extoll
the virtues of the arduous journey
to share all there is to give
and walk in reflection
of creation
that as one
may we all live
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
issuance
a steady breeze, cool
just off the river
after days of rain
issues out stale thoughts
regrets and feelings of surrender
and in ushers
refreshed resolve
to accept
what is
what is possible
a scent upon the wind
alerts our deepest selves
to the presence of
Grace
we pray upon
the new day
just off the river
after days of rain
issues out stale thoughts
regrets and feelings of surrender
and in ushers
refreshed resolve
to accept
what is
what is possible
a scent upon the wind
alerts our deepest selves
to the presence of
Grace
we pray upon
the new day
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