"transposes" poems
loose gravel crunching loudly beneath me transposes
into the soft thudding of my feet against the soil.
the meadow, my old friend, greets me
with a whispering wind. we are both happy.
the sun dips just below the horizon,
watercoloring the sky in lilacs and siennas.
cicadas converse around me, as I am
but a guest at their lovely hillside home.
the cotton-swab clouds part, and the moon debuts.
she is pure, unsullied radiance. with the stars as backup,
and the sky as her stage, she pirouettes, beginning
her nightly routine. tears glide down my cheeks.
rich plums of dusk fade into the dark navies of night,
and my head sinks into pillowy grass.
my eyelids become lead, and the sandman arrives.
everything is quiet, and this peace is eternal.
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
to burrow underneath the hoarfrost the
howling winds cold burying the last signs
of fall the last robin's call to leave
to follow the life's call ode to sleep
as the wise bear does curling deep in a
cavern his sleep ignoring
the December's and January's
sun oblique
with misery transposes the day
shorter
bareness the trees the land the 'scape
in sleep the wiser among us
flee or doze
until, barely on the fly
might hear a whisper of
wings ,
see on the trees limbs
a slight greening
creep out from our hiding
or refuges
smiling at Spring
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
Determined will of life fades tonight
Through all prior existence I find myself at this finality
The end of our road shifts into my sight
A brief moment of reflection transposes our line of thought
Memories built up now fabricate premonitions of abnormality
Determined will of life fades tonight
Time will march on even after attaining the truth which I sought
Departures from our astral sour occur only within your eternity
The end of our road shifts into my sight
Two beings of light in a world of darkness forgot
The omnipotent link between them now locked through neutrality
Determined will of life fades tonight
My mind which was only filled with thoughts of you is now in distraught
As our interactions within these halls turn into nothing more than an insignificant formality
The end of our road shifts into my sight
I can see that my efforts were in vain as you walk away no matter how much I fought
With every step you take I can feel you poisonously draining my vitality
Determined will of life fades tonight
The end of our road shifts into my sight
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Her recumbent silhouette
suggests a resting cello,
Reinforced by two-tone robe
with maple-cedar sash,
The relaxing redwood deck
reflects her sleeping shadow,
Resonance in light-dark notes
—mahogany and ash
Her adorning muted hair
evokes the Polish horses,
Rosin dusts the frog-tip leash
from gold and silver tail,
A lamenting solo air
reverberates with losses,
Transposes down the Saint-Saëns Swan
into a minor scale
The veranda’s cypress pine
protects a tiny surface,
Imitates a child-sized shade
to stay the waves of pain,
The descending water drops
engulf the resting cello,
The air cries, “They are gone now”
and so, we let it rain
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC