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20
Mar 11

spatial poise II

20 March 2011

 

spatial poise II

 

space gazes into large windows

space hovers below soft ceilings

space rests on hardwood floors

 

light inhales dusked darkness

light exhales brea(d)th into shade

light balances rays on fulcrum

 

time,  pounds light

time,  pounds space

 

. . . Revolver

Evolver

 

 

my destiny.

 


20
Mar 11

just a blip on the screen

19 March 2011

 

Yep,

our hearts

are being pried open,

human  being and

it’s cosmic Tsunami

is.

pouring in.

ouch . . .

ouch . . .

ouch . . .

not all get it,

 

and many do.

wwWAOWWwww . . .

 


13
Mar 11

test – Story

test


1
Nov 10

Equa-poise

1 November 2010   Equa-poise

 

spatial poise

made room on a hard wood floor

room with two large windows

room supports room under high soft ceilings

 

sun pulls dusked darkness

emptying space with drawing light

balancing beams on fulcrum

 

. . . revolve

evolve

 

my destiny

 

 


5
Jul 10

ground water

5 july 2010        ground water

 

Chasing little beasts carrying

youth in their hip pockets

mesmerized in frolic and mischief,

a lifelong sadness was looking

for release in the  river’s

current.

 

immobility’s atrophy penetrates

deep, curling itself around the

heart by multiples, until, poor

heart/thing, is unrecognizable.

wood babes no longer clothe

themselves, but wildly swim

at their own distinct peril,

exposed to myriad pre-date-tors.

 

thus begins my 2nd death.

 

I saw those boys cheating again and again.

the rules of walking cliffs on

ground water’s edge were simple,

just go. throw yourself.

survival is guaranteed.

you know the cheat’s.

promise

 

the river wins, so to speak.

soaking my ear drums, cold

erases the blue from sky.

gravity and momentum control

thrust,    for a short while

blur takes over.

 

(stay tuned…  more to come in our next exciting episode.)

 

 

 

 


19
May 10

i give you

19 May 2010

 

i give you

 

Sweetie

 

The day I give you roses

Is

The day I give you roses

 

Three decades.     and three

Yes, yes, I know it

That day will come

That day…..   is not far away

 

Yes, yes, I know it

Today        even might be

 

Behind my eyes I see those glowing dozens.

From my heart I pick the warm buttery yellow beauties.

Twice-lit breezes promise a gentle hand.

 

They.          are named…..   Henry Fondas.

 

I carry my life.      Savings.

To the choosy vendor.

The old shop keep knows

where Henry Fonda’s secret garden is.

 

Now!     I know.      why….

when stillnesss

 

still.      Here. (Ici)      Me.