Seeing all

becoming

distant

Feeling time

giving, taking

seperating harmlessly

not longing for the velvet nothing.


Something
parsimonious

embittering
the marly glow

an antiquated
melancholy

speaks a name
I know

What it is

is neither love nor hate,

collated tattered spirit

scaped a folly
of indifference

-a brave-face disingenuous-

and all to keep it safe

spread the weight
about the skeleton
re-christened it acceptance,

... enchanted
by this eloquence

I lollop on my way..

I swear
there was a garden here

before the breaking winter
won the blades of shorted glint

through hazy recollection
swims a watermark imprinted

of a simple tangled haven
at the shaking of the World

One look up,
....and suddenly

to silly mortal me, they seem divine!

- the high, wide skies of late October-

Thin implies of Goldcrest
reed the conifers
-remind-

that findings of the time
may yet inspire.

Monosylabic

lower case

becalmed

day-harm, flexed
with love thin spread
and unexpectant

textbook closure
white-of-lie

two minute token
taken back, on track
to stormless sanctums

          -leaving-

binding plight
of Seven Sisters

supple, vexed
impressed, Celestia
nuzzled by the dazzle dog

          -of evening-

earth quakes,
to see you cry

but where there's water
there is life

a love that fights for air

aloof, above the alibi,
the ad-libbed acts
of subterfuge

where proof is in the fire
of your making..

Stopped
by the crop-dusted rowan,

-the pulpit of Song Thrush,
of gossiping Starling-

The startling pew
of a tumbling hawk
made play for a way reimagined

Over the rising
leviathan ribs,
the sins
of a sea-pulled city,
diving, dividing
the room-cluttered skyline

peopled with liminal grey..