a cool breeze sets the tone
leaves twist and turn
rustling like cabassas
in a restless rhumba band

the pace quickens

a whistling glissando
rises higher and higher
then, in unison
leaves roll over
backsides to the moon

somber harmonics emerge
a mad tympanist
antagonizes the sky
into self-announcing
drum rolls of rain

this movement ends abruptly

leaves return to the opening theme

a graceful shimmy
flicking pizzacato raindrops
back to the sky

As mind guides gliding pen to write
attempts at poetry late at night
words I choose then swap or trade
pour out in blue ink c c c...........
......................................a a a........
.......................................s s s..........
........................................c c c............
.........................................a a a....................
..........................................d d d........................

In the darkness of my room
You patiently wait
For the touch of my hand
Upon your hardened body

I miss the curve , that fit so well
And your sinewy neck
Your tones have all
Been silenced
Because of the skills
I now lack

How long has it been
How much longer
Will it be
Awash with emotion lasting
Awaiting another time

Now you must stay
Where I left you
Amid the dust
Of banished places
The anticipation
Is more than we can stand

Inert in stasis,
Comatose, catatonic.
Barely breathing.

Resurrection, adrenaline pumping,
Surging assaulting my senses.
jolting, into overdrive.

Hunger, a craving
Consuming my soul,
Devouring my self control.

Bodies moist gleaming
in post coital congress,
uncoil our union.

Reanimated, sun light returning,
slave to urges once dormant,
Devastating eruption of feeling.   
 

Not too long after day's sunrise
this morning at the end of May
came a warm pleasant surprise
nature chanced to send my way

As I sat and looked around
there came with breeze a tiny flurry
flakes of white swirled to the ground
and frosted it in quite a hurry

Beneath a large wild cherry tree
shedding tiny petals to the wind
a snapshot seen by only me
ten minutes time from start to end

I feel the movement
as souls embrace.

Notes play.

Chopin
Nocturne 17

Fingers gently grace tips;
eyes understand.

Tears and heart
glisten mid melody,
snowflakes compliment;

wishing
to believe again,

that love is made worth its risk.

red tailed hawk
suspended
suddenly
swoops setting sun

~~~~~

one legged,
heron meditates
gulps
river moon
rising

with so much bravado

"blow it out your asses
you niggling little dimwits"

that's exactly what he said

"by the seat of your pants,
the only way to fly"

I bailed

he crashed
dissing the world and its ways
one too many times

what a guy!

it was an ordinary funeral

“Heaven and earth are like a set of bellows.
Although empty, they are endlessly productive.
The more you work them, the more they produce.
The mouth, on the other hand, becomes exhausted if you talk too much.
Better to keep your thoughts inside you.”
-Lao Tzu
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My mouth entombs me
or sets me free,
in an endless stream of words

Beautiful images in precise words
swirl around my head, when I speak
something else comes out instead

It was many and many a year ago
as I knelt down on my knee
three roses and cognac were left to bestow
an honor to you from me,
and these gifts were bought with no other thought
than to be placed here just by me.

I am your fan and they are your fans
as I'd kneel down on my knee
but we knew what we knew was more than we knew--
in this honor to you from me;
a gift of love that each year would show
an honor to you from me.