I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
Oh
but you are exquisite!
You…
are the rich sweet of jasmine flowers
scenting my spring morning
the unrestrained warmth
infusing a parched midsummer noon
the faded golden of autumnal dusk
reflected in
soft gasp swoon
yet
your heart belongs to winter
and to her
you shall be wed
with shards of iced desire
adorning your nuptial bed
i’ll cast the words to find you
in yonder starlit pool
and when you find them sinking
no longer I … the fool
collect them all
with a butterfly net
stuffing ripped pockets
before we shall forget
for upon tomorrow’s fickle wind
emotions are swallowed
and words
rescind
I awaken early to marvel at the dawn
but I hesitate by the window
will there be a fusion of exquisite hues
much like your chameleon eyes
crack’d crimson red nestling the hill
and
permeating valleys
heralding a “sailor’s warning”
and there before me
your bloodshot morning gaze
a mélange of tousled locks
and
stale alcohol
a glass on the marble top night stand reminds me
and the beautiful dawn
becomes a figment of the mind
the raven call now forlorn
from joy left behind
for there is only tumbling cloud
when the curtains part
the sky drained of all colour
and my heart drained of all purpose
as colour leaches from the world
diluting swirled in nearby stream
under layers of grey reflection
a heart lies inert from a wayward dream
she revelled first with the promise of spring
danced under tsubaki blossoms bright
then watched the solitary seagull soar
on many a sand etched summer night
now let her nestle with the rotting leaves
the dank decay cool refreshing
her beating slows to raindrop time
pulse weakened
ever
diminishing
“Parole” to Italians
“Les Mots” to the French
an abundance of words
upon you
i shall drench
You shall emerge
from such a verbal sea
dripping with heavy
and longing for me
let them not evaporate
for they indeed eviscerate
from a heart undone
perhaps press them between pages
with dried forgotten flowers
to hydrate when needed
come someday
lonely hours
the swaying dandelions tall
invite gentle exhalations
letting scattered wishes fall
upon which field shall they rest?
how far from pursed lips,
and a longing heart’s request?
will the seeds find fertile ground
or alight upon a stagnant pond
to miasmal algae green be bound
maybe today, from trembling hand
and with God’s omniscient breath
a seed
shall find roots
upon scorched land
a wish granted
For D, who brought up the topic of childhood dandelion wishes 🙂
Remove the blindfold from your heart
your first sunset intently behold
as raw, stinging tears flow
reflecting gold
remove the iron shackles
clasping ankles
and
run
soles to sharp stones
with blade edges nudging bones
know
all wounds will heal
the scars a proud reveal
offer your heart two colourful kites
so she may be lifted
buoyant to prevailing winds
to be carried any which way
in tumbling, rainbow ribboned sway
let her tread in the frigid sea
arms up
frantically
not for the lifeguard’s attention
but from blessed elation
with mouthfuls of brine
a smile curled in wave shine
thus emancipated
is the heart reacquainted
with
bliss
