The stream (all workshops)
A candle glitters there in memory's distance
It keeps aflame to ever hold the story
of previous high-spirited existence
when every season's hour was filled with glory
At times I think I almost taste the essence
past emanating from that taper's fire
and from the burning wafts forgotten fragrance
(but still familiar to blithe heart's desire)
I'm looking for what?
A search that has taken a lifetime
Seemingly to be never satisfied
With what was found
The wanting of that special human contact
Which I thought I found, but did not
It was only the perception of my own mind
Projections of my wants
On another human life, without regards
Of what they needed.
Which leads to the human relationship crash
Created by the unawareness
Of what truly matters.
Me!
A careful grid of purest white
laid out upon a field of green
white rows trailing out of sight
all the lines are crisp and clean
Above, the clouds pass as they do
meadow larks sing out their song
before they flush toward skies of blue
a mild commotion that seems wrong
For on this consecrated ground
brave men who have earned their rest
lie undisturbed by any sound
men who died doing their best
INDIAN WAY
Ann 4th April 2012.
Trees diagonally lit, a ladder up
The Indian Way, leading to the stone,
an altar for the squirrel's meal
spread out with pine cone bracts,
the wind whispers vespers in the breeze
a leaf from autumns dress floats down,
delivers silent prayer, the roots play music
with their sinewy fingers clasping
velvet cushions, moss,
offering their ever changing shades
I wrap the page around me
And huddle in the wind
Will the ink seep into my dreams?
I take the words I folded
And press them to my skin
Everything is quiet but the fading image screams
I wrap the page around me
And stand out on the brink
The sentence loosens and flows red - a bleeding cape
I take the words I folded
Held up to the rain, I drink
He held his hand over the words and forced them - a thoughtless rape
Many summers past, we were standing,
for each other’s dates anxiously waiting.
it was then our eyes did glance,
and their arrival we forgot, perchance.
it was then your eyes transfixed mine,
yes it was within our domain, we felt fine,
we stared and glanced and blushed,
at each other’s arms, naturally we rushed.
t was at the spur of moment god granted,
it was our union for ever which was supplanted.
That moment we still remember even now,
it’s good our meeting was fortunate somehow.
Love has carved a place for you,
Deep into my heart,
And it shines, and it glows,
Like a valley full of stars,
Time has claimed a space for you,
Burning in my chest,
And it warms me like an ember,
I find comfort and rest,
My eyes are heavily laden,
With dreams yet to be,
Sleep wakes me from my wanting,
A gentle rocking like the sea,
Filling the chambers of my being,
With emotions so strong and true,
Fueling the fire of the space,
In the place,
Love carved out for you.
The Garden of Love
He fortook a ounce of belly flutter
Warm glances caught him by surprise
His cold can of frozen beer melted
As sunshine in her eyes made contact wih his.
My imperfections are fuel to my passion
That live outside of your city limits
Oh, pray for my blasphemy
I do not hide who I am in my bedroom
I leave it exposed for the world to see
With your diagnosis I make many paper airplanes
That I throw back at you
wipes the hot spittle
life's no riddle
and sunlight slashs like a flare
words behind for ears to hear
slip like a noose about the heart
and neck
who said life was fair?
Vanity is wicked and the
smiles consume the egos
and ignorant snarls throw
back the change
steam rises from a cup
too anxious to belong
the eyes staring to move along
and the dream is the vivid
climax
awake my duckling ugly
beautiful this dawn
praise and clamour
in the sordid little pond
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