russet leaves falling
blown by breath of life and death
soaked in bloody frost
Sunday, November 03, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
What the lights told me
The sky pulsed and quivered
as I stood looking up
into the bosom of Aurora Borealis --
dancing without inhibition
or desire for an audience
but simply for the joy of being
of illuminating
of showing
of shining
and I ached
to partake
in the fullness of experience
that proclaims an absence
of artifice
and then, succumbing
my thoughts raced for another
to validate the experience of me
while the seething lights shamed
and continued their admonishment
to blend, to go blank, and to be.
as I stood looking up
into the bosom of Aurora Borealis --
dancing without inhibition
or desire for an audience
but simply for the joy of being
of illuminating
of showing
of shining
and I ached
to partake
in the fullness of experience
that proclaims an absence
of artifice
and then, succumbing
my thoughts raced for another
to validate the experience of me
while the seething lights shamed
and continued their admonishment
to blend, to go blank, and to be.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Unequally Yoked
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Calculus of Regret
my aches are older
deeper, more indelible
precautionary
new apparatus
valuing a back-up chute
freshly wiser, old
plumbing heights and depths
measurement of tolerance
calculus of regret
Thursday, January 10, 2013
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