the music is natural
written in the mind
the heart
do you remember
forgive and come alive
… known so well, the mirror of truth reflects back mere platitudes…
as; like the muse i
knew: no, used to read of
even if long after I
could read only wordsworth
as though but he, worthwhile;
like i did that juliet kid &
ophelia’s hamlet, without
moving elsewh…
What is our Essence?
Do you know what that might mean?
Is it our soul, our core, our center?
Is it something that can be seen?
I see you now
pointed
finger to breast
head on my lap
burrowing deeper still
the snuggly spot
home
knees up
pencil sideways in your mouth
wrestling with verbs that make little sense
more transient
that smile
he…
i read re van gogh
in mind already
khalil gibran’s pics
scriptual sounding poems
‘twas with tagore’s i
pictured saints barefoot
harmony plodding
meditating thoughts
music already
there as/in the air
mystic…
an emaciated body in the dim wound
this a perennial touching in its own prime
with a lava lamp and a beanbag chair
we’d listened to Elton’s
Caption Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy