Perhaps the greatest measure of beauty
Is in nature unimpeded, a freedom to be
Take for one, what the white winged dove sings
I don't wish to cage or make mine its wings
Merely draw it near and profit from its song
When again the dreaded silence comes along
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
In the north there is a man who screams when the waters sing
For he once came cross the banshee of the seaside spring
And in that failing light saw wrapped her pallid strands
Round the whole of her one and sallow pointed hand
To the trunk-grown sword and verdant surcoat 'tween
A phantom defiler, a hanged man, the crime unseen
She sullen moved to mournful wail, deep of soul
But found no purchase in mortal air to extol
For where once was this sad shadow's throat
A cruel sentence had some former blade wrote
In a sick and seeping horror the man did freeze
As the banshee descended towards the trees
At length the water sprang from earth again
His movement restored, bloods color to skin
The greatest terror he recalled in lonesome woe
Is of the dead woman forced to her silent sorrow
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:39 AM UTC
What breath he borrows from your question
That he might live between your punctuation
And Death, in its mercy, avert its gaze
A resurrective reprieve if only for as long as to say
He had a predilection for canker sores
For pushing harder than was required and giving more than was needed
When he appears to me, he shares a knowing glance
A promise of explanation to the sudden unanswerable absence
As he moves to speak, and share the elusive truth
I awake
I always wake
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 4:47 PM UTC
Look there to the distant dimpled dunes
Look there to the mix matched mountains
Listen here to the tree tickled tunes
Listen here to the fresh freeflowing fountains
Feel here the mother that's borne us each
Feel here the earth and what it has to teach
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 8:59 PM UTC
The severed canyon split-snakes out beyond my view
Like a hazardous sidewalk God has yet to fix
It would be a nuisance to the strong strided
Or a beautiful scar to the like minded
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 8:59 PM UTC
Do clouds feel bad about the shadows they cast?
Or do they revel in the reprieve from rays they hold?
Do people feel bad about the room they take up?
Or do they remember their impact on others?
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 8:58 PM UTC
The rosebud wind tickles my nose
Or maybe it is my allergies
I have missed the touch of spring
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 8:57 PM UTC
There is an ideal bench under the sign at the end of my street
It seems a peaceful spot, with its deep color and curve
As I pass it daily, I imagine sitting there, lost in thought
About who has wronged me, and how I'd hurt them back
About how the snow of my youth has lost its shape to ice
About how I now find benches at the end of streets to be ideal
But most of all, I imagine sitting there, public made private
The ability to transform the space I occupy into my own
Free of the tectonic worry that I should not be in this place
There is an ideal bench under the sign at the end of my street
It seems a peaceful spot, with its deep color and curve
I will sit there in a day to come, and in peace, observe
Feb 15, 2023
Feb 15, 2023 at 5:57 PM UTC
Here, the frozen moment, a most precious frame of mind
That in the greatest beauty, and in the finest art
Lies the hidden truth of man, the hardest there's to find
Belonging begins in the bravery to restart
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 8:50 AM UTC
When comes the chance to serve in grace
And complacency shows it's familiar face
The battle begins, the naturally selfish man
I am busy, I am tired, and, I have other plans
Theres but a single thing to think to win
Remember, there is still room in the inn
Often waves the tides and times of life
To wade and wait through seasons of strife
For the mercy of the passerby to see
Today it is you, and tomorrow it is me
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC