"uncoming" poems
The heart breaks every so often
at the sound of closing doors.
The unstaying
(or even the uncoming)
drives its point
that maybe
it isn’t an option to settle.
One wonders
why yet again
love,
in essence,
is not enough
to bar life’s egress?
It’s a classic tale of hurting,
really,
where there are no heroes
or heroines,
only adversaries,
these hearts despairing,
accustomed to vacationing affections
that leave after the season’s end.
091615
for c.d.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Beautiful Water
Sweet Spring of Life
You are more than enough as Thee
Each moment I touch
and retouch your beginning
Willingness to Peace
A moment in time
Shared
Memory
Trickling thru
An orchards flare
Of
Apples picked
Macintosh then
First Learnings
Of the Truth
Gladiolus on the Side
Beauty Freed for
A Mothers Love
Ladder
From
Sustenance
To Grace
Something Sweeter Now
Maple Syrup
Tapped
by Wooded Gate
Johnny
A Real Hero
Changed the World
Kindly
And with Love
One Thought
His Pure expression
Always the Same
Gods Good
Life
Guitar String
For the Earth
His Arrow
Split the Heart in Two
An Apple
Felled
To the Ground
Witness
To a World UNComing
Mournful Courage
Put Away
A soldiers
Duty
Paid
Prince
of
Brotherhood
St James
You Now
Are Made
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
last night on the drive home a street sign waved hello.
the heat has come like a fever
it fries the nightlines in a humid soup
it drys your throat and chokes your eyeballs
oh **** it burns the tiny cuts in your sweaty hands
you've a need to break a melon and drink.
you've a need to roast sugars and tell tall tales of distant frights.
what real horrors lurk there
beneath the surface like smoke?
a dream, a fever, a skittering nightmare
it will come it will pass and we will all freeze.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
I will listen to me one day
and stop uncoming.
A waxing moon was watching.
With a kiss at dawn
all the gods were stolen.
Like you were changing
the depth of water.
There was no ceremony,
after landing on the
burning temple. Priest was
mauled and goddess
will never come back.
Wheels are sunk.
Chariot was impounded.
Sun was hesitant to move.
You can come on
tiptoes. I will wait
till eternity in blue fog.
Earth was not behaving
like godmother.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
some girls are like
the uncoming together
of deep mountains
(there are where
occaissionly it's been
flowers. ) their hips
that part
at the parting
of boy ribs—
.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC