Your point well dipped
holding indigo blue in your hollow
laden with a fertile flow
life lines form from shallow sips

Ethereal in its feathered flight
shivers with this squall line quill
over contour range of parchment's hills
ghost white as flurries storm, it lights

With words of ink absorb each drop
form a world of conscious stream
there to relish savored dreams
until our wrist is tipped to end, stop

A razor's edge comes forth to cut
this blunted calamus tip of keratin
which sly old Caliban was ripped and written
in sharp whittled shavings of vane's rebut

-cec

True Platonic love —
Does not reside in the wind
or glass chimes it inhabits on a sunny day
It plays in the high harmony;
on breezes, thin glass and breaking sound
To a first time crush it sings
of mystery, leaping as up as legs carry
stops heart and catches breath
lingers in close carnal thoughts
trying to calm the chaos within
It never betrays or lets go, even
even night's shattered stillness
bows to the stars on strings
with amor for the music of the spheres

-cec

Seagulls float in this neighborhood
also crows in their multitudes
legions of tiny feather ***** and
an occasional raptor

Much like country music they all play their part
a weeping plucked guitar tweet or
sorrowful melody

When the wood wind reeds
wings fold gusts of air into harmonious flight
through cords of trees and branches

Fast moving clouds frame the miles-per-hour
while those that can take to sky in ovals,
loops, swoop high and low in concert currents
and fiddle footed dancing in another Northwest blow

-cec

Son-
Sadness and happiness
in this Land of Liars;
a poem (just for you).
With a head on a *Corduroy Pillow
They Called Her Earth
The 'Greatest Poet Alive';
Surfing a Flying Saucer While Memorizing, Hagakure.
The Scars From Your Fingertips
smacks of a Heavy Metal Romeo:
a Win-win, since
There Are Plenty of fish in the Sea.
flame on; poets//liars-
write your Six Word Story,
Your Chocolate Poems,
Untitled.
Winds of Change
though Always Mama's Baby,
because i still love you,
our, My Life Is A Gift
Casting shadows,
in Summer Rain.

Kismet.

A Carved tree and No Dominion
A Stage; Twice A Week The Winter Thorough-
fair! The Greek Boy, son, Conceptualize This:
A Crush, love, Used, ***** You, and a Siren's Lament.
These are Confessions of A Hope Fiend,
Old wounds that refuse to heal!
Feet in Water, In Need; She Was Poetry in Motion.
The only Consolation, To You, a Goddess amongst humans;
a Headache ...Orion (Faded Stars and Bittersweet Thursday Mornings).
It hurts
"To my darling wife" (Unintended)
this is a Reminder, Motionless Ancestry;
See You in the Next One.
10 things i have learned about myself:
The Gift of reason, aportraitofmylover,
a portrait of my lover.

Poets-
Stay True.
Do it again
Word of the worlds
Hell-bound, eccentric
You call it love - off the back of an envelope
this, You're my Tsunami
with the company you keep
Ripples
of What I thought about you, Unveiled
now in Wintertime
this Epilogue To Asolando
a Panic Attack, Journey,
Ruined by Mistake after
the Autumn Light
Mild is The Parting Year,
to this Silent observer.
Untitled, by love.

-cec

Cage- outside looking in
Ocean- big bang without the bang
Time- currently does not have itself
Cedar- hats, rain shaws, baskets, bark box
Window- sometimes clear, sometimes  obscured
Sword- ugly, no matter how beautifully made
Flute- makes that elusive dream sound like mist

-cec

Your paintings out of desperation, flowers
while your humanity reaches eternity's gate
sate with a knowledge and secret as you meditate
on final outcomes and abstract reds with yellows

Blues resound among your garden feathered friends
Jays near Peckers climb for daily victuals wend
and families of squirrel sense a coming winter's wait
whispering to a morning dove of mortal staring fates

This wind now clears green dying leaves that brown
upon the forest floor where footsteps use to own
as millions walked this way at dawn and breaking days
we stroll upon these grounds graced within life's ways

Those beaded pearls embrace your royal skin
and divine nature shows the luster light within
each moments worth is much as in a year
each gloaming hour falls within a twinkling of a tear

-cec

So many ships on those reefs-
taken out on maiden voyage some
others barnacled and water logged
sea warns burrowing into them
after many storm of salted dreams
gone, peasant tunes and dancing jigs
missing fancy rigging, unleashed rags
now just stare at broken ambition
lost harbors, no waiting slip's embrace
She, they, were once strong and main sailed
subdued by years of sailor's hands
with open ocean promises of land
**! thar she is come to port, past

-cec

I this
I that
I, I, I
me, me-me
self-centered
I, cracked open
egg shell ego
boiled lamentations
afflictions ****** out
woe is moi
I this
I that
I, I, I

-cec

Make this writing live to tell
of feelings deep within this well
of wanting
Draw upon its line tied tight
and fill your draft with light
kiss drawing
Tell of heartfelt tale endears
sweet maiden's ear and hear
belonging
Hold tight to this embrace
cling and know this template face
besotted
"Love sought is good,
but given unsought is better"

-cec

"Twelfth Night" - William Shakespeare