She knew I knew her unknown thoughts and things kept well from sight like umbrella moon – a sweet perfume as pure as delight And when the night-time hovered and the evening showed its face I knew right then that she would send with elegance and grace Her beauty and compassion her feeling of supreme … Continue reading Umbrella Moon
The misty rain fell through the day and left her smile (torn) The deluge fell but for a time and left her beau (well-worn) And as the sun returned to face the day (all but a blur) Their eyes would meet their hands entwine – what will be – once was (they were)
And when the sun stops shining and the sky – it draws a cloud she whispers words of wisdom to those in her surrounds She says; you see a darkened sky your choice – your worldly view but please remember thoughts you had before they cast themselves on you They spoke of luminescence and of … Continue reading The joy of being in awe
The croc feeds on cattle – The hippo capsizes a boat In the woods - a grizzly’s foretold
Under water the cuttlefish jumps out of itself – the shrimp hides under rock
She is a sketch from life that wakes defiant – the din of dawn escapes her
Oh leaf, oh leaf Become a bud That brings promise with ease Oh bud, oh bud Become a flower Yearned for, cherished, seen Flower, flower Blooming bright – Rest your head on mi Flower, flower – Wilting kite – Oh, mortality! Oh water mi Sweet angel Day after day goes by Oh water mi The … Continue reading The envy of mi sun
Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass - it rattles so - like an empty bottle whistling … Continue reading Unknowing
I came to be the man I was before I became me And wandered through the time of yore one called one’s destiny I washed away those earthly thoughts and left them where they lay And walked along the greener path with no time to left to stray I sensed a smell in garden’s bloom … Continue reading ‘I’
I stand before the shallow field And whisper to the dawn And see the sunlight burst to life Before the rabid storm The squalling winter’s day precludes The swallow form her nest And drowns the harvest yet to yield And wakens moonlight’s rest It ought not be so (or one might think) - It ought … Continue reading I stand before the shallow field
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