"repeatings" poems
*her warning unheeded
he strayed and departed..
she built a life
cycles with helmet
opening to strangers
love and light..
her daughters' paths
one home attached
the other on border..
union with splits
this prodigal fractal
creation's repeatings...*
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
*A most
delightful day
when our constricts
our restricting fences
are drawn inside
and dissolve
in merge with
liquid space..
This is life
experienced
with uplifting
days and hours..
Repeatings
strengthen inner
flow and channels..
Readier acceptance
lubricating
Welcome...*
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
I believe in nothing.
Fancified notions of self portraits grand
Starlined thoughts with no legs to stand
Wayward wishes well wished yet not won
And not one sign or storied slip has been sung.
Oh, yes, I believe in nothing.
An echo-less hall where I rehearse repeatings
A long waited applause watching with wonder
And beautiful eyes returning tears that happily fall.
I believe in nothing.
Because inside us all there happens to be nothing
Words said with divine cadence cast skyward
They happen to be nothing
And the childlike hope that can sometimes be felt in a heartbeat
It, too, is nothing.
I believe in nothing.
Words can be labels only by the meaning you give them.
Faith is a beautiful nothing.
And I, I believe in a beautiful nothing.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC