#counterpoint
Under the brush strokes of daylight,
the sky pretends to be empty.
It wears blue like a polite mask.
But once the sun loosens its grip
and sinks its molten flairs into the sea,
the true architecture reveals itself
an enormous, breathing vault stitched with shy embers.
They are not brazen, these stars.
They do not behave like the poppies
flinging red across green fields.
They are more reserved than parrots,
more patient than moss
threading tree bark in quiet green persistence.
They flicker as if unsure
whether to confess their existence.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
a melody in
to another flows
a third
divine counterpoint
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
The grace of your limbs and your falling hair
cataract on my daily minutes like spilt tea.
Colors and fragrances of delicate beauty,
interwoven in two tones.
An auburn hue encroaches on the edges
of the sequence of events that is my life,
and you are the center of their waveform.
A softly spoken word, let loose on the edge of a thought,
an unspoken meaning and a leaning towards each other.
It is as your hand is in mine,
when I look at you from a distance,
as if our words are a dance,
a rhythm,
and our smiles the melody.
Counterpoint, your responses feed my breath
as water to a leaping gazelle,
and my heart beats with the pulse of your next smile.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
meaning is evidence of soul:
for it's in the heart and mind,
that meaning is conceived and perceived;
meaning is soul speaking to soul.
meaning separates symbols from
accidental scratches,
arrangements of stones,
noises and random motions.
but symbols are not meaning in themselves:
they are carriers of emotions and ideas,
as in a flower, or the rain,
or the rising and setting of the sun.
meaning is the counterpoint of meaning:
the juxtaposition of ideas and emotions, or their negations, or absence,
perceived by the heart and mind,
in the language of emotions and reasons.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
Life, everywhere
unseen places
toxic dead places
cacophonous, chaotic
complex counterpoints
unheard
Ancient writing
fragmentary shard
frustrating lacuna
mysteries unresolved
an intelligent act
perhaps
Nature’s a speech
Word speaking Word
Why only earth?
What if only earth?
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
~~=<♡>=~~
You...
The counterpoint
to my music...
... with a different instrument.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/16/2015
~~=<♡>=~~
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC