through the ashen dissolution
wander, wander, spin and toil
in the shadow of Celestia’s
we wonder at the craft
of shade’s eternal touch
molding of the breathless
ageless and the fallen
twilight needling the roots
into the next night’s cycle.
Twilight hush amidst the room;
a voice, rising through the shadow throng
commits the universe to notes
and I, swooning through the grace of logic, rise
drifted on the captivated stars
onto the mystic sea, glittering in
transcendental mysticism fires
that will not be bound by flesh:
a word, they say, a notion
but in that heaving sky
the rush of majesty;
souls which lie
Roiling at the seams
in browned spots
the print, smeared
still holds flecks of the image
the profile was meant to be.
the ageless quality of a tree
rising from the hunched cranial
(let us admit: too large) cavity
rooted in the faded flesh
so gently blurred;
without a stream to drink from
it curled and devoured
the paper that gave it breath.
Perhaps, even, its branches
would die to give us this moment.
I have heard it called quaint,
our gentle hording
of a memory,
but the thoughts that resurrected
the flesh beyond those roots
was once quite dear
though without the stream
it rippled free into distortion
like the beating of a dream
of a drum, of a thought;
the water carried me away
rootless under the surface
with nothing but the edges
of a curling notion.
John Everett Millais, “Autumn Leaves”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We met in days of graying gold
When dust should rise and dust should fall
And some fair mortal hope scampered bird-like along a road,
Borne on weighted winds no one could hold.
Years later we would find
At every twisting of the path
A certain comradery in the faded kind
Of broken wings too proud for wrath.
And though we had no coin to share
And too long, each, in winter fear expend
With horizon clear and air set upon a prayer
We shall yet know ourselves to be worthy of a friend.
* Footnote: The words are there, the path is set before me–I would not say this is a final piece as yet, but a work in the right direction. I welcome any commentary you may have upon it, for it came plucked unbidden from my thoughts just this morning, and shall yet by evening’s light be honed, I think.
Vaunted tunnels lie within our night
the vaulted havens of our mortal sight
through and through
tried and true
fast tracks into
the biblical transcendence.
By flood or fire,
we drown beside the pyre
some half-hearted (but well-meaning) suit struck
with the force of a 49er’s luck–
mining, mining, always grinding
for that sweet and supple pining
that we had to carve up words to make it burn–
a terrifying notion for all to learn
you drive too fast, you dig too deep;
little Timmy’s gonna find a well he just can’t leap.
When you are young
belief is hard
but it is hard like death
creeping from the birthing room
featureless among the lives
its sadness would compensate
energy that caresses old noblesse
but never will its time oblige.
Michigan at Sunset.
silver remnants in the fog, the misty air
wrinkled by the drip
of swelling rivers, drunken lakes
which feed the tears
a lone wolf cries from the river bed.
Coyotes yip nervous cooperation
about the scent we heave,
fear of the bear baring our skin.
As we lie in our tent,
we listen to the trickle,
wonder if this place could survive
bombardment by the grace of God
relent, rely, realize
the fire’s breeding spaces
but only by a history of shrieking faces.
Somewhere, waiting, with Names on a list
for a soul or indifferent ravens
ours is but to do or die
barbaric bearing on the graceless lover–
just a click and all will sever.
Génesis (Photo credit: ‘J’)
Common is the misperception
God broke the Darkness with the Sunlight and the Trees.
More accurate to say the World’s conception
began with Words:
“Let There Be Light” was simply
(Hello all! If there are any Fantasy lovers amongst you poetry people, I would also recommend checking out my announcement from earlier this week. At Faith’s End, the sequel to The Hollow March, has just been published and is now live! Check it out if some of the shiny bits and pieces on this site catch your fancy.)