We all partake in that sacred ritual To learn that craft takes sun and moon bird and bee for so much cloth through which to thread our hearts and fashions a garment upon our soul to rest Each knowing so much flair decorates so much unseen
Category: Poems
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Flair
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Such a pleasant day
I would have you both
going your wild way
in this idle neighborhood
only circumstances have tethered
us together
Such eagerness
pulling so hard
you choke yourselves
wheezing in recovery
only to choke yourselves all over again
Never realizing I just want a pleasant walk
I ponder the cure:
Abrupt turns fore and aft
Until your ears remain half–cocked
on me
Never realizing my purpose
Just wanting a pleasant walk -
Barely able to contain herself her militant stature holds back not understanding why just some vague remonstrances of the past create a tension so when she braves again to steal a kiss her grimaced forbearance some biting and tasting is either far away or hard–pressed lashing out in a constant stream of lacerations The other: clever, laid–back, self–possessed never seems to want for affection till her eyes betray her Only the tenderest kisses will she take and over and over, so deep her reception Perhaps, one morning on a Tuesday after such an audience one unsubstantial half of tongue slips in tacit return So when clever black stays home to rest her lame leg And bold blonde bolts through the forest to terrorize squirrels again I'm lost — yell and yell and yell with no recourse Only when I whisper do her sensitive ears melt her heart and she comes bounding back out of nowhere
Lashes
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Universe how is it that I am the privileged participant? Your beauty sings with each subtle movement Shall we not be friends? Let us walk Each passing creature you know so well your sentient beings with each their kingdom introduce them to me And I shall be so well received thanks to the auspices of my acquaintance
Under Auspices
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Universe of the stars and the silhouettes of trees The delicate rain of new life on leaves The chorus of whir from frogs in the stream Nightingale, who beckoned me, twice I echo your somber call Only when I quit you does the pretty fluting of another appropriately answer your question
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It’s very nice here and nothing changes other than an occasional here or there I forget now who had whispered in my ear “out of place out of time” Well, now, where are we? Back to doing whatever I do in this timeless atmosphere only a word or two and we are now on the same page Late afternoon, early spring
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Why so far from your path my little man? Rest your head in my bosom Lay your tears upon Mother Earth Take sustenance from my teat Be my lover for a time Time for your medical training Time to build roads and buildings and fascinating devices of engineering My, so busy Not too busy To dance and play guitar and sing with a gathering every evening In knowing celebration of harvested humanity Tasty food from the hearth Long discussions of politics and mirth One day your hairy legs will itch Your hooves tap and your tail twitch One evening you’ll silently fade back to me To coax budding women into the forest and sow boldness in them so generation after generation humans in wilderness and wilderness in humans
Tears on Easter
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I close my door on the descending darkness A smile gently clings to the afterglow of youth’s sun–soaked pageantry Lonely eyes take in their new surroundings tired limbs prepare to embrace the night The incessant call of a solitary nightingale sings so close to despair as innocent as a heartbeat
Spring at Dusk
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One never expects love She always descends in such inappropriate places Soft, dulcet–smooth some kind, caramel–honey Pouring into my ears So low–down every murderous word tender I bike against the flow of traffic futilely thumbing for her to raise her voice cursing the onslaught of society
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The first time I allowed myself to see beauty in every being was the first time the universe smiled upon me in the knowing smile of a woman I stopped planting my feet to steady my bike as she crossed the street the air applauding with a chorus of strings from a idle car’s stereo I gazed she pondered, puzzled then she saw and smiled knowing
About Time for Rain
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