Waning dappled moonlight mantles
the margin at the wild-wood edge
Stiff tufts of summer dried grass spears
sporadically sway — raking against
the scarlet poison oak leaves
gently sweeping away the moonlit silence
airing the sounds of velvet antlers rubbing
barkless mountain willow trunks bare
Subtle nuances constantly animate
twilights rhythm; heaven flickers
upon a dark umbrage of forest pillars
softly as a candlelight’s fluttering glow
evanescing half way across the sky;
the sparse illumined clouds stream through
the lambent halo around the rutting moon
fleeting in the blink of sleepless eyes
and like the silent touch of a talisman,
transfixed eyes are entranced by all
the restless night disrobes,
captured and cocooned by the seeker’s
awakened senses
An erratic, familiar feral bark peals haughtily;
a pack of maturing spring pups yip, bellow and shriek
in youthful pursuit; the howling report back,
ignited by the scent of a rabbit's paling squeal,
aroused by the pulse of brother wolf
rippling deeply through their blood
The dried grass game-trail crackles towards the ridge top:
an aging full moon is not enough skylight
to see beyond a seeker’s stirring silent reverie
the coyote choir’s sudden reveling echoes rekindling
an extraordinary sheltering intimacy within;
bending slithers of moonlight into a dull moonlight mantle
but I can feel its weight breaking me ,... forlorn I can't physically
reach out to touch them in an absolving moment —
understanding love was always the purpose of being ,...
futilely repining — I can't face myself alone again
harlon rivers ... October 2019
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Drifting back to the ocean
like it never even happened
unraveled dreams washed clean
crystalline renaissance bestowed
by wind mountain spring waters
rising from the heart
of mother earth
A remnant light glows deeply
of one love's untamed wonders
an unfastened feather glides abandoned
rushing waters floating
alighting pilgrim blissfully sails on
stranded without wings
a fallen wild feather free as bird
wanting a place to be let free
Sun in the summer air
wind in buoyant feathered hair
softly dancing upon
wild river restless ripples
to feel the love of holding on
adrift asunder whence it touched on
destiny's far-reaching
journey yonder
holding onto flowing rivers
rolling towards the sea
The incoming tidal waters blossom
surge to greet wind river's gentle saunter
converging slackening passage
salt on feral feathered fragments
arousing currents babbling swirl
imbibed by the impassioned sea
Wild rivers' born intentions
a different kind of drifting passage
to kiss the distant horizon
where the sown sunlight settles
submerged in shoreless ocean waters
to be free all at sea at last
someone you used to know 2017
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
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*Nascent love blossomed
hidden amongst
the lazy river's
moonlit summer vines
as we swam blissfully,
stark naked as we are,
drowning in a dulcet river’s spilled wine
Burning rapture garnered somewhere
in the starlit goosebumps shine
sensual healing released like spindrift
from every breaking wave;
splashing impassioned ecstasy
within passion suffused sighs
The cadence of our moon shadow's dance
reveled in the midnight reign
enslaved by an insatiable
stardust rhapsody,
unshackled lovers set free,
entangled beneath the jealous stars*
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly;
indifferent winds ask not direction to course
Change asks not permission to become ―
like a blind-folded pilot looking for a place to land
At least dandelion wishes shoulder the weight of hope
and it makes no difference to the wind whose dream
it holds or seed it bears to randomly cast away
The color of a mustard seed of faith
that moves mountains remains unknown ―
Freedom is as weightless as a hole in empty pocket
with nothing left to lose
Who decides who's a **** and what's a flower;
such definitive power beholds responsibility—
the most visible kind of strength,
that, used to oppress others,
is itself born of weakness.
On this island earth, in an ocean of emptiness,
a grain of sand and seaweed are washed ashore,
alone together, by the strength of a tuning tide
Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly;
spindrift flying on the wing of tide-change
as indifferent gales ask not direction to scatter
Terrestrial seeds lay unheeded hole up in impalpable silence,
embryos of yesterday dwelling in infrequent sighs
that enter lightly those unreckoned songs
the breathings of the heart fail to sing
words in the wind
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
#*Sometimes
in the mornin'
dawn awakens
unquiet heart
swaddled
in a dream ―
and
i hear
a whisper
from a voice,
gentle as a burning
candle,
sing to me softly
without words
... a stirring
moment ripples ―
an unholdable dream
fleeting;
lapping
wakeless silence;
... vanishing , . .
swilled
by the daylight
just beyond
closed eyes
awoken
and now
it's only me
again*
words in the wind
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
I often wonder how you’re doing
but I wish I didn't care
Even though you never told me you were leaving
with a mouthful of words left unsaid
Still circling back to touch the growing space
between ― twice you broke my heart
I felt you slip away in autumn gold
fading like the morning dew
Love can drift away like a molted feather;
wonted flotsam swept afar on stormy seas
Some things are better left unspoken,
when silence speaks twice
louder than words
But love lies with a whisper; tears of sombre sorrow
won’t wash away the distance in your eyes
These are the days of a rising tide's breach
when, I could walk deep into the ocean
with no one else but memories
to leave behind
April 2018
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
synergy in the mist
of creations' breath...
multitudes croaking so loudly
drowning in eventide dew,
all the wind's timbre
is hushed;
overcome
by earth’s
communing symphony,
creations’ living
pulsing thrum..
alone in a crowd
proclaiming
the glory of now...
whelmed,
and i wishing
i were a frog,
and unalone
in the throng
maybe
such evolution
as this—
is reversing...
Ouroboros
touched wondrously
by spoken wind,
urgently
i need to search
for an intimate kiss
metamorphosis,
another incarnation
that will turn me
back into a frog—
a speck of stardust
in a sky full of stars
seems better than
feeling like stardrift
ashes
a burned out candle
muted
by the gypsy choir
*the call of the wild
sung in the wind*
wild is the wind
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
We were born
before the sighs
of surrender
before the twilight
whispered crescendo
before the sad sound
of the wind ―
Ere the raw truth
that tells a story
through
"eyes that are
the windows
of the soul" ―
We were born
with eyes wide
open
with tears
that well up
of truth unspoken,
love arising
like
a budding flower,..
metamorphosis
of fertile heart ―
The wheel of life
turns unbound
an outgoing tide
as certain as
continuum
abides ―
an unbroken lariat
until the knot
comes untied
A lonesome dove coos
perched upon
deserted garden gate;
its gentle plea segued
into a silent prayer ―
Seasons change;
supple buds
of forlorn love
― wither,
unsure if we’re alone
or if
we’re alone together (?)!
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Once I had a friend
and soulmate,
we were dreamin’
we could fly away
with the wind;
but knowing
wings are for angels,
we stood transfixed
beneath the light
a sky full of stars
hanging onto a dream
we clutched so tightly,
perched high
on the edge
of the world,
wondering how far
and how high
the great wide open
sky blue skies
abide
believing the power
of kept promises ―
you said you’d forever
catch me if I fall ―
letting go of the fears,
blindfolded hope
clinched so deeply,
hanging onto
a wing and a prayer
I guess I wanted it
far too much
reaching out
like a thirsty fool
grasping for a mirage ―
teetering on the brink
unspoken love,
a vast unknown
threshold beyond
wings
with eyes wide open
throwing caution afar ―
in a leap of faith
I reached ― out of reach
into the mystic wind ―
believing in dreams,
in destiny's tease:
I’d learn to fly
before I hit
the ground
but now I’m perpetually
free fallin’
I see the empty space
all around me pass
a fleeting lifetime lost ―
still you’re nowhere
to be found ―
and I remember
what’s been forgotten:
how far down
rock bottom befalls
when your spinning
round and round
like dust eddies
in a fog bank
lost in the wind .
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC