Where wild geese roam
ripples in the plum blossom river
cranes suck battle smoke
the bitter wind drifting
against the bow of the moon
until the light
until the fall
a stillness, by the riverbank.
Night
Brightest Light
Brightest light:
a layer of frost
on the moon
when I lifted my head
to search for home.
Image care of: Planets for Kids
Perseus Kneels to the Crowd
As by the grace of a lifetime’s narrowed sight
Perseus knelt upon the blooming sphere
with the regularity of urbanity’s fuzzy light
unbroken by the drum of earthly years
He froze the night by medusa’s head
that the meteoric arrow rain
might stand upon its mirror’s bed
mutely dancing through its clouded grain—
Rising, ever rising, amidst its dying garden
a thousand years to whither, but never yet the mystery
of what should grant his writers’ pardon
for a thousand years of repetitious history.
Frosted Moonlight
Nights grow cold
moonlit salivation
stirs frosted dreams.
Sleepless #Haiku
Sleepless night.
Soft sweat of dawn’s light
Breaks my dreams.
When there is nothing
Before abyss come the clock-tower.
The little boy by midnight asks—
her look, lost in the candlelight—
the nature of empty books lain dormant,
the moonless night above a bridge
when there is nothing left to lose—
in sedimentary smiles she sighs:
when there is nothing
there is love.
Midnight Moments
Supple crest,
Your song at midnight moon
dancing in the starlight
to Owl eyes
watching
predatory notions of existence
concealed in civility
the hands know not
the texture of your moment
for the breaths
they force between us.
Midnight Mountain Ride
Midnight ring
nightingale screech of metal grind
vestiges of slumber—
in silent Chaos writhe
the World all sheltered black,
this Veil, it doth descend
betwixt the Heavens and the Earth
no more Fire, no more Song
yet Dappled Emeralds gleam
throughout the Haze of Waking
this World rise, Higher and Higher
tilting back, breathing in
the clouds, circling pull
Dream yet from Reality
and Everything of this Canvas,
rides Higher still into the Night
Destination: World
set it all below, and looking down
bask within the Golden River Shadow
of History shaped and cast
into the Towers of Majesty
Beyond Imagination—
the Stars and the Sea,
no King might ever rise
so High as thee.
* Another poem for the wonderful Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by Jingle Poetry, and those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita! The theme this week was mountains and beaches, and I couldn’t help but think back to my most recent venture in Colorado. This one was inspired by my time there in the summer–I hope you enjoy! Hope you don’t mind that I also took the opportunity to throw in some more of my pictures from that trip, even if they don’t match up quite specifically with the poem itself.
Sunset
Golden Twilight
sinks into the final gasp,
a flame too bright for any sight,
fades not in thunder, but a rasp.
–
Ink etches yet into the sketch
no more the streets,
long shadows stretch,
fading color, sinking beats.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Sweet Escape
Sweet escape
The mind’s surrender
Serenade of oblivion—
I close my eyes
And it goes, goes
The world
Absence of thought
In the darkness of being
Silence
All reconsiderations
This mind is empty now—
And the stars may shine beyond
But this twisted moon is in eclipse
And I am sinking
Down into the blackest hole
Of existence—
You see me, but I
No I do not see you,
I think no more
Therefore
I am
Not.
The Waking Den 