Tag Archives: life

The Bride

I wait, betrothed to the earth

the desolate dolomite cliffs

jagged peaks; tectonic shifts

my wedding veil…the alpine mists

.

consummate with rhythmic tide

so heedful of the hesitant bride

gentle, soon the waves subside

cleaving to the cave inside

.

decades pass, and fiery gust

shall scorch the fields to barren rust

henceforth shall I only trust

a matrimony of decay and dust

The Weathervane

i can promise nothing

i am a rusted weathervane

atop a crumbling church spire

spinning with random gusts

tethered tenuously by tangled wire

..

the shingles below marked by ferruginous stain

a sparrow shelter…a splintered domain

frail fledgling filoplumes gather

in the shadow of a chicane

..

i know not which way I will turn

aligning east, yet… how I yearn

to be free of memory’s corrosive burn

as sunset’s halycon hues

will my flaked metal

suffuse

..

 

Still Water

i came upon a wayward stream

and plunged therein

to choke a dream

and with intent to suffocate

and conscious self obliterate

lest ruminations fulminate

my flooded lungs did then deflate

i rise face up, in silted shade

my skin dissolves near everglade

becoming perch for dragonfly

in bloated state

my dream did die ..

 

Tangled

leaf tips arch to the sun

as I to you

exuding breath

for you, my oxygen

as subtle photosynthesis

begins

..

oft times I wilt some

for I carry the heat you bear

your high noon doth sear

I cling, in deep rooted resolve

undulating millipedes absolve

fertile beads dissolve

nourishing

engorging phloems

seeking free

..

I am all spring for you

all colour to counter the greys

of your simmering, clouded gaze

in hope that we

might raise

tangled …

The Worm

are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?

voluble versions of vulnerability

from the pen of one

once a child

who would stoop for the lowly earth worm

on a perilous concrete passage

returning him to lush, moist loam

ending such an errant, wayward roam

..

what would you do with him?

alter the cadence of your stride?

..

and what of me?

for I am in your path

and the day is warm

offer me your shadow

there, a soothing darkness

or

threaten me with careless boot?

i’ve crossed such paths before

lulled in poikiloform torpor

..

no, gather me

my annuli traverse your heart line

your palm sensing shuffling setae

tender me to your love…

in tepid torpor, on soporific soil

tangling in such terrestrial toil 

Paradise

how can i talk of the night

when you blind me with moon

and star pierce my sight

when you tarnish my gaze

with firefly bright

an erratic flicker

pinpricks of light

..

Enchanted

..

how can you tempt with diffident day

soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway

in promise of heat, dare you take me away?

..

dreaming

..

of sand and temptation in turquoise seas

our luxuriant skin

under tropical trees

Frame

every time you tell me a lie

another tile falls from the temple of trust

and blunt fingernails trail

along the rough mortar of my insecurities

what can we do to rebuild the precarious frame

of filigree fractures?

a teetering, deceit infused structure

a child’s dollhouse of

faded pastel plastic

attic abandoned

a sandcastle askew

in the path of a solo beachcomber

tripping at dusk