skinned knee
and tears tumble.
chipped tooth,
my guts rumble.
missed connections
&
unrequited affections.
i pause
…
…
..
.
frozen
in eternity.
yet,
i want,
i need,
i have,
You.
Now,
i ain’t lost no more.
Dues August 3, 2017
Slightly Perfect July 11, 2017
Rain tumbles from above
seeking the kiss
of
flowering shrubs.
a candle beckons,
and,
a
hot cup of tea:
this,
our
cozy
summer’s eve.
glimmer July 2, 2017
spark
filled
words
illuminate.
(or is that only the light of the screen?)
that familiar
rolling two-step
of two minds sparring;
duelling tongues –
merely surrogates for wary hearts.
embers building
&
growing
secure
in the warmth
of each other’s
soft
glow.
it
may just
be
safe
to
laugh again.
with you
in the
pocket of my smile.
and
with me,
curled snuggly
in the
starlight
of your eyes.
TRAINS-A-STOPPIN, a slow twitterpation through time: May 7, 2017
(Gatwick Airport; Horley; Salfords; Earlswood; Reigate; Redhill; Merstham; Coulsdon South; Purley East Croydon; Norwood Junction; London Bridge)
slowly does it.
haste waste
makes
you miss
deer and rabbit
playing chess
on
a toadstool.
death’s beauty
reigns resplendent
among Spring’s
cheap nubile lushness.
and
a tadpole,
giddy with promise,
skips across the wings of a swan.
this is not fantastical musing.
this is observation,
scientific and sincere,
as seen from my mind’s
left eye.
I’ve fallen,
twice
up the tree of love.
then slipped on a ladybird,
or ladybug –or
a pair of lovebugs,
I know not –
but slipped
I did.
Distracted by anarchical
dirges to lost love.
No,
I’ve not my mind lost.
at all.
not in the least
bit.
I still see,
and clearly
intuit.
between moss and
river, elder and ant,
I see
truth and
I see love
sharing
kisses-
and more.
so,
take a slow ride
through the valleys of your bones
discover the old wisdom
you never
ever
learned.
Reader,
I love you.
but
the Universe
loves
you more.
“Wild Nights Are My Glory” February 22, 2017
windy
trees
shriek of the coming
storm
that
is already here.
it roiled,
as young hearts toiled
for naught else
but
a clean
start.
but the tempest calls
now
vengeful
frightful
fearful,
of the calm that will come tomorrow.
Title from “A Wrinkle In Time”:
L’Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. New York :Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1962.
Clarity February 9, 2017
two souls
peAking
through
the fog and
confusion
of Life’s
many illusions.
lighting the way with
passion
inspiration
beauty and
hope.
&
Love.
flight February 3, 2017
feather falls
from eagle’s wing
down from the sky
to
mind’s
eye.
from whence she came
I dunno.
but when she should go
I
follow.
unexpected
circumhappenstance
thrills
my heart exuberant
ly.
our first dance awaits:
tangled and fallen.
and whirled all about,
is this love, she asks?
(why must we doubt)
I rhyme with pride
because I must hide
anxious anticipatories.
I sing
to thank the heavens,
the Universe,
and
You.
adivbuddha
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