Particles in Time (micropoetry)

we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
 
          ~
 
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
 
          ~
 
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
 
          ~
 
moon dust
  moon walks—
a lonely planet
  for far off thoughts
 
          ~
 
a ring around—
the ebony stones draw in
our secret thoughts
 
          ~
 
living by the water
stepping out the sea—

Torn Up (micropoetry)

between the stones
I listen for the sound
 
poisoned
under a tree
I hear the word
of mercy
 
wounded
  I sail through the darkness
    on the way
      to a lost continent
 
I tore myself up
from broken earth
to rise like a king
but fell, burnt out
like the dying sun
 
falling
into the mud
I look up into your eyes
until I see no more
 
  you
are a sculpture
  formed
from the lines
  of infinity
laid to rest
  on the bed
of salvation

After Hearing the Rain

wet
with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
 
          *
 
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
 
          *
 
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
 
          *
 
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
 
          *
 
in the street
after a heavy rain—
a moment of heat
 
          *
 

Songs of a New Morning

from the shore
where I can see it all
as it floats away
 
to some other land
where the sun continues to shine
for centuries
 
and treetops
sway in the wind
filling the grass
with wandering pollen
 
          *
 
worn out
like a flag flown
for many years
 
          *
 
alone here
where your lips once
had left a mark
 
          *
 
once
I looked up
at the stones
and there opened a path
 
into the night
lit by torchlight

Lullaby

our landscape trembles
in a storied web
worn cold with weather
whitewashed for another day
 
          *
 
the door opens and shuts
waiting for her
the immortal one and her music
played under a cloud
of the church organ
a hundred years old
 
          *
 
sun behind a cloud
piercing, transparent
folded in the leaves of grass
in a dream 
of another world

Together and Lost

together in time
time on a string—
friendship in notes
of what lovers bring
 
          *
 
storms and fires
eons of woods
grown over and lost
to sight in the blind
communion of one
 
          *
 
rust and battle—
armor left, foregone
on fields for others
to follow this road
 
          *
 
alone
in the constant quest
of folly foregone
in others’ arms
 
          *
 
one day crowned
anew without a plan—
maps torn and paper burned,

Another Day

far at sea
in the violent turn
of the waves and silence—
and out there somewhere
the shores of home
 
     *
 
images
built in mist—
footprints
on the journey home
 
     *
 
winds
and roots torn up—
covered in the dress
of a fallen queen
 
     *
 
one blow
and then I’m down—
fallen to
the lightless depths
between the now
of life and eternity
 
     *
 
one and then
the other—
sinking like Cleopatra

Carry Me Home

rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
 
        *
 
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
 
        *
 
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
 
        *
 
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
begin to see
 
        *
 
jigsaw night
among the red and blue—
once more I'm
back together again
 
        *
 
sometimes dead as sin—
reborn for another day
 

Thoughts on Time

the lost art
of statues and colonnades
sketched in time
 
         Ꚛ
 
stars slumber
as the sea water
that rings my feet
 
         Ꚛ
 
light mixed in shade
between the leaves
that line my feet
 
         Ꚛ
 
centuries old
as leaves whisper
on New England stone
 
         Ꚛ
 
another day
she wanders on
without a name

A Song Where I Belong

Inspired by Maxfield Parish’s “The Dinky Bird”
 
 
On the clouds
   Of fruit-filled dreams
 
I dream
   Of castles
      And fairy tales
 
 
One ladder
   Each step—
      A movement in time
 
 
Falling along a road
   Looking at the sky
Each kiss a melody—
   The words, a broken cord
 
 
Time protected
   In knots
And fortress walls
   As we swing by
 
 

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