flutes ~

09 Thursday May 2013

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caught me
from swaying
beneath a new sky
– hemmingway hands
took me home
fell to my musing
the laughter of flutes –
an instrument
tied from still broken
strings

listen
I pleaded –
hear me unsaid
as the passing
of ten thousand birds
thru the still
the tremor of longing
forgotten our ways –
as a path
born of will
to go on

prophet
and heron
crickets made song
of a darkness defined
by the passing
of time –
morning held back
by the leaving
(don’t go)
and music let out
by a sigh

. . .

purple ink ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

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to wander once again
to my beloved
Shangri-La
where memories
of a voyage are still sketched
within imaginary fields
of lavender orchids
notebook in hand
impatient this becoming –
to pinpoint sweet names on the map
places where I may calmly dream
of exile months
between poet and muse
places to wander desolate paths
to collect
all the beauty
that will heal my soul
of its earthly temptations
at last
showing my ghosts
that purple ink
on faded pastel paper
is my own power
tethered by eyes and ears
to a world –
far beyond the heavens
and the words

. . .

patterns ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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how fragile
our returning –
for time to cease to be
where sorrows
wash an ocean to the sea
patterns of remembrance –
where moments fell
between
love was ever meant
to be
this way

as shells
along an ancient path
some distance from the shore
broken as the sailor
wandered home
tiny bones –
as silver fins
are written to each leaf
stories of a journey
never known

. . .

memory of ways ~

06 Monday May 2013

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of a moment
I’m uncertain –
where choices came undone
days dissolved to years
so close –
this far

of somewhere else
forgotten by –
the distance worn between
will – no more forsaken
than the memory
of ways –

and houses where
the chimney fell
twice that awful winter
windows broken
boarded
by the want to gather in

and huddled we
together
in the space
where secrets fell
trading lies
for mysteries
stories fitting still

to loving curves
shadows pulled away
by evermore
– murmurs
of redemption
echoes burning bright

warmth –
a fragile trading
of all we came
to love

. . .

crossing ~

06 Monday May 2013

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from deep ocean blue clarity
light allows curiosity to float
to a place of calm and nothingness
after the luring of promises
by so many others unaware
of the marvels held
within their own hearts…
looking long at the sun’s rays
salted and belly offered skywards
maybe the jealous moon
will be the chosen guide
into the excited commotion
of a common marketplace
where among other offerings
hope is for sale within the fleeting smile
of a green-eyed jewelry vendor
convinced that a woven leather bracelet
is the object necessary
for quiet meditation –
to cross the boundary
between suffering
and illumination

. . .

a you I don’t know ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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as far
from my memory –
a you I don’t know
is willed into life
by the lure of a flame
wrapped in illusion
of a touch long ago –
moments
no longer the same

as a partial
remembrance –
of lives passed away
love we were hoping to keep
one more day –
folded as pages
to yesterday’s dream
margins
surely to fade

saving for none
the promise of more
than a once
curs’ed vapor –
left burning before
in the recess of always
where names
have been lost –

a time
before taking
of breath
we forgot

. . .

to wonder ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told

of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn

how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul

. . .

tales of one more season ~

04 Saturday May 2013

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for moments yet
becoming –
an early morning dew
as last year’s rain
before the crops came in
memories of something more
time and roads
retraveled
– the ways to you
remembered
by the wind

letting go
as I have known –
forsaken now to listen
bells are ringing somewhere –
I can hear
water falling –
lifetimes left
I promised once to find
– a place beyond the night
I hold you near

were it so
the past is not
with tales
of one more season –
years have passed
and still love wakes my bones
surrender claims
the deepest sleep
walls of purple paper –
one more sin
for living to atone

. . .

wings of november ~

03 Friday May 2013

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a mandolin
movement
an exotic rush of wind
the colors of rain pooling
your eyes
are everything – still

forever
sometimes –
the music in our silence
turns my soul back
into a changeling

muffles my desire
my heart mute
I miss its words
its rhymes
its gentle pleasing
the spill of its ink
to stain my solitude
in every hue called love

to exist
and flutter
on the wings of november
beyond the monsoon
beneath a shooting star
you caught
with a song

. . .

wanderers ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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come the evening
sweet and blue –
as windswept through the window
would carry me
to worlds beyond the words
beyond the reach
of verses
honeysuckle vine –
beyond the reach
of wanderers
the moon

felt the grace
of falling –
somewhere still I wait
as sunlight
lemon kissed
beyond the shade
were petals spent
in knowing
where the light has gone
morning sits
the night with me
again