The Pool

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

Stale

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

Inert

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

 

Words

“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

Make a wish

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 🙂

Bliss

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

 

 

Fainting

and if you should fall suddenly

into the vast cerulean blue

remember first to grab my hand

and i shall follow you

 

for the sky is vast this day

and impeccably alluring

my dearest one, let’s swim again

a firmament float enduring

 

and as the air grows thin

lips shall meet

and breathe me in

from giddy thought

to last embrace

consciousness slipping

you’ll see my face

 

Photo: Wreck Beach, September 30th, 2017. Watching seals.

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.