Oh ridiculous, stereotypical, outlived rules
yet, still modernly we live by them as tools!
Tools of construction, as guidance to build our life
Forever prepping, on the knowing we strife
Take your chances with Rumi and Austen as the books jumble in the pattern of some higher plan.
I kiss your hand now
to add love to all you’ll touch
it could be important
You tell me
is for fools!
But where is that one to wrap me close and keep me safe
when dark comes early and the wolves grow quiet,
circling patiently ‘round my dimming fire?
the sky above and
the world at your feet
a miracle in one hand
and doom in the other
It’s spring, but raw and gray,
I lost two friends today,
untethered from that anchor of loneliness,
now floating free in that measureless universe
where stories yet to be told
are written between the imprinted lines
with invisible ink,
seeping behind her eyes
So simple, so profoundly true:
drunk in its love,
falling into clear light —
the ladle of the heart
dipped into a magical well.
Door’s still open
Lamp on the windowsill
Burned out long ago.
The note’s been waiting
For all this time
I worry it forever will…
Out of context
Like a snowflake
On your palm
through the darkness of unconsciousness
the antagonist he knows what this means
my garden he has picked and stolen clean
thank you for truely reaching me
so exactly poet’ tically;
I want to perceive every touch
of you/r(’s) re the writes
like I once wanted to study
the entite nervous system
to trace that original feel
I am the poet; you, the reader.
the poem each time is gestating,
the text, each time the perception’s
r e p r e s e n t a t i o n a l i z i n g.
You mutter about what you see,
you trace your eyes along t…
The universe is a kaleidoscope.
One cosmic turn of the wheel,
one small shift,
and the design changes.
Protect me from what I want.
Sky is an open book and Clouds are talking through symbols