An orange sun decends low mountain
shadows climb high the snowy crags
small birds disappear into silent forest
a beeswax candle lites near a cabin window

the inkstone wetted, the brush drinks deep
flowing slow strokes of evening's lament
when heart yearns and love relents
every tremble a storytelling twilight sleep

-cec

Intersteller dust everywhere
though no costodian within telescope site
stars form, collapse under the bed,
taking a sock into black hole amnesia

Dreams shake a cosmic snow globe
comets, planets, candle flames, float
flowing in deep purple ink, almost void black
with spiral apparisions, smashing like goats

At night, last, the moon stopped, full
waking a pillow tossed restlessness
freying like edges of quantum memory foam
trying to fall back into slumber and endlessness

Long-ago-galaxies send photon lullabys
folded in the bedding of space/time
bending around massive editor's eye
serve as balm, a sleeping Brahman's rhyme

-cec

Rhymed and metered
Or free as a waterfall
Abstract or lucid
Poetry - it’s loved by us all

Rich in images
Or to the point - blunt
Not so verbose
Or lined with puns

We have our own styles
Rambling or terse
Unique and different
Truly di -verse

It's a gallop, repeating rhythm
a voice singing moog music
swing in the bone marrow
smile is not optional, natural
gravitationally grabbing near bodies
for the dance to come

-cec