"windsong" poems
i reach in and silently grasp
the motionless windsong
the captured bird
and with deft fingers release its bindings
with a phrase give tender to its
timid fire
with intent i set in motion the
captivation by slow roses
the freedom by the scarce better graces
of humanity's collective soul
the thoughts are sticky
engraved with each meaning softly embedded
into its thick skin
the carefully crafted box
of her smile
each detail lovingly attended
each lined honed with precision
she fine tunes her perfect form
and spray bottles the scents
one for public consumption
the other for me alone
enthrones her earrings in edible lobes
and with zealous care places a bead necklace
in the sweating sweet expanse of naked skin
of her open polo shirt collar
shakes out her hair
with a little version of dancing sitting down
while singing along with phish
and then she catches me open lustful staring
and laughs
'want some...come get it babe'
her tennis outfit
misplaced on the shopping center floor
is neatly wrapped around her in a mixture
of loose and tight
devious adventure for the eyes
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
~
*Windsong breeze
Playing to the tune of migration
Flight of the Arctic tern
Pushing the boundaries
For greater hemispheres
Internal clocks sound a message though
It is indeed time to go
To wing forth in formation
As they were designed to do
Their wanderlust tempered
By an annual returning*
~
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 2:51 PM UTC
If only there were words
to the unspoken verses
when silence is the only sound
More than only
near paralyzing torn,
weary of searching endlessly
for what cannot be found
silence whispering poignantly
drowning out the midnight rain,
There is no more sorrow
in search of the lost
unstrummed guitar chords
Unwritten psalms
forever left unsung;
without amity,
woe betides an unfinished,
abandoned heart's song
Only a heart lonely knows,
there is no absolving darkness
whispering of screaming silence
by night and by day:
"all things must steal away"
not to be thought of wanderings end
as a velvety-crimson rosebud
shamelessly withers brown
Swirling eddies stir
a black swan of loneliness
swimming within the flood
of raven river waters'
silently eclipsing
its pitch black flow
Muted pleas silent as pity
blowin' in the fleeting windsong,
speaking in beckoning salutations
singing in sweetly beseeching tongues
Like the hush of a pensive soul,
once touched by another, moved
like a bedrock marrowed mountain
left stifled, stranded and wondering,
feeling an awkward silence
when the leaves come falling down
There are no misbegotten promises
cast lightly in the moonlight’s restless spell;
there is no solacing stillness
when silence is the only sound...
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
blue coral reef sky
yearns
to
sing
another
windsong
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Plato believed that the future could be told
by listening to the lingering whispers of the wind.
between its howls and sighs and
its knuckles cracking on the branches
it mentions something,
the something to come
the something that envelopes us
like an iron blanket.
or so Plato says.
but every time i've opened my ear
it just grew cold and slightly stung
so i stopped trying to hear the something
that wouldn’t voice itself loudly enough.
yet, along came an orange-haired girl who claims she can hear the wind
and i watch her and she sings along with it
in words that sound like cello strings.
her arms sway leaflike in a breathing ballet
a combination of her and the something
and all i hear is its hushness.
but it lures my legs to sit
and it tempts my mouth to shut
and listen.
i don’t know if this girl actually understands Plato’s sacred windsong
i don’t know if it’s something that her mind composed
but i do know that her lungs seem fuller than mine ever have
because she breathes belief, something i’ve always exhaled
in my sarcastic search for Science’s future.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
Windsong
Whistles in the night
Brushes by in the light
Wind & song swoon
A soft certainty
Of perfect euphony
harmonious occasions
Without persuasion
After sunset
cares cooling
A weakening wind
Fills the air
A strengthening song
Of fear and doubt
Brought together by a strong bout
Atmospheric changes
And a sudden separation
Wind and song no longer a combination
Wind quiets her whoosh
song moves on crooning oh look at that green bush
Energy’s euphoric circulation
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
sparrow song incense oath
wings stunted in their growth
deaf hands fell on mute lips
like windsong through sunken ships
fiending bones refuse to knit
flowers wilt out of habit
the oldest tune sung with shame
willows whisper out its name
leaves buried in muddied frost
skin grows over to covet loss
crows that cry just to forget
lungs forged out of breath
lumber that lingers in the fog
losing sequence through tarnished bog
mossen coffin, wooden rust
remembers a day it once stood up
fire crackles loudest before it dies
wolves howl most with the moon arise
stars that try to swindle the sun
and a venom that dares to spare no one.
among wood ears and twig eyes
is an incense oath rising nigh
like a river that swallows but does not keep
or a tired sewer that never sleeps.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
life seems
so unfair
but
Lord
i know
you care
when
i hear
the sweet sound of
your voice
everywhere
only because
you sent me
a perfect windsong
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Solemn and fervent kisses
Of the past
Beholden unto memories
Of golden yesteryears
In your mind
In my eyes
The laughing lies
Of unborn sighs
Figure the future
Inside an hourglass
Amused and bewildered
But bending reflexes
The body that cries
In the faithlessness
That refuses to die,
Is the same body
Whose thoughts run
In discord
Without ties…..
I see you
And you see me, naught
Caught in amazement
On the webs of a maze
You tell me
What I must decree
But how can you
When we both can’t be
The words to a windsong
In the fall of the summer long
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Let us seek refuge inside the 'windsong' of Boreas on this night , dance across the oceans surface forever by shimmering Moon and starlight ..
As we sail across every boundary laid before us , Alectrona will provide a lighthouse for the love weary and forlorn . Omnipotent constellations command the shadows with all their might , a proud Venus shall direct the mighty flotillas of night . Passions moorings will be untethered , wind starved sailing vessels filled a hundredfold by the breath of Poseidon ..
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
*Happy Silver Maples ride the green carpet
of Autumn
Persimmon tokens of love shine with
golden fortune
First daylight fawns perform for a doting mother , Alabaster mountains collide in our Northern direction
Windsong , wild Orchid perfume , pirouetting Thrashers
Airborne ballet of Monarch , flower on the wind , Flycatcher
Front yard swings , Iron bells on the hour , feather gondolas -
ride the ripples on city ponds
The reassuring timepiece on the Courthouse Tower
The metrical tapping of the plow
Field roads run parallel to White Pine leviathans
Roads that bare their reason with the white clapboard
of home nestled at the tip of the horizon* .....
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
*The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste
The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face
Backcountry radiates from gold to forest
green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over
a living , breathing scene
A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds
whisk the windsong dreams
Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step
meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow*
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
On quiet nights like these when the windsong in the trees
Echoes through the city streets
With the scratching of dead leaves
There's a stillness in the air and though I don't know why
I recognize this stillness as a thing that I despise
For it doesn't do a thing to hide
The agony I feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the cost of life
On silent nights like these when the talons of the breeze
Dig into your flesh and pull you back into disease
There's an atmosphere of peace
Around me that I can't escape
And the ugly truth is that this peace is something that I hate
For it doesn't do a thing to hide
The agony I feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the curse of life
If all life came without sorrow or pain
We'd have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
If all life came without sorrow or pain
We'd have remained in the exact same place
Our pain is how we gain
Sorrows are how we grow
This curse is how we learned
Everything we know
And it will only amplify
The agony we feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the cause of life
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
A silent epilogue for afternoon showers , embraced in timid , crimson sunshine . Blessed Summer petrichor fuels nights of windsong , good nature and whippoorwill ballads ..
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
bless the wind that brings you a sickness
he only wishes to bring you a smell and a taste
of faraway lands and of faraway times
he wishes not to bring you this dread hiemal curse
only caress and embrace passers-by on his unending route
it is of love, not of hate that the wind makes it so
do not fault him, but bless him
the wind and his curse,
and love him for love is the only thing true
bless him, the traveler, leave a song in his current
and a kiss in his unending route
love and bless the wind that brings you such fine things as these
love and bless the wind and forgive his disease
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 7:24 AM UTC
*At the collision of timothy and zoysia , where Crape Myrtles reveal their late morning luster , where luminosity and cloud continually sketch , color and reinvent open pastures , individuality forever fading , leaving sadness at the afternoon approach then gone
Hours without occupation , warmth and windsong
Tethered , embittered and hidden*...
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Yellow flowers growing beautiful and straight,
By a flowing river this gorgeous Sunday
O' cool refreshing water rushes downstream,
Continually like time never stopping
Upon this mountain high where bears thrive,
And where windsong sings of long ago
Time isn't a speeding train rushing forward,
Time is a tortoise traveling slow
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
On a wood slat bench near City Park Lake,
I blew dusk into darkness on clouds of an exhausted Cohiba.
Dry, starless, midwestern summer shadows
sound like one-handed applause wrapped
in padded outrage. A rogue drake stirs unseen behind
nearly visible bushes at the water’s edge.
The rest of the tacet brood turn
condescending beaks at his faux pas.
It is the silence of trespassing,
disregarding closing time,
defying petty ordinance
to the tune of two frogs and windsong.
The empty side of my lips
curl in half a smile.
The appall in a proper rent-a-cop
would be irreverently rewarding.
Life doesn’t get any better than this…
At least it feels so now in the dizzy,
near fainting, larger-than-normal ****
on a larger-than-normal cigar. Regardless,
it’s a fine moment in time.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
*Find a guitar for it is the sun , wind and rain
Frets are the tumblers unlocking one's pain
Music is the stair step to higher being
Harmonize with windsong as your mind is freed
Tones that touch the heart of thine enemy , mimic
the heartbeat of Jehovah , crashing wave chorus ,
thunderclap above , the flight of eagles , the braying of young
beagles , the coo of turtle dove , laughter of a child , whispers
of love
Perform with eyes ridden with tears , with unbridled fear
Before the committed stockade with reason held captive , before
the downtrodden and the betrayed , before the hopeful and the vain
In the backdrop of freedom , against the folly of state induced reason
In thy greatest hour of grief , atop the mountainous relief* ....
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Learning to heal beneath blue ceilings
Persuaded by the windsong -
of August , by the miracle of whispering lea
On musical shores
Beside the red clay hillside
A gravel stone for every star-
in the evening sky ...
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
*Golden days among dancing trees
With agog bees tapping on windows ,
dragonflies carried on fragrant windsong ,
where yellow butterflies alight in spring
meadow , topwater explosions 'neath lakeland
palmettos
The music of April enlightening sable woodlands ,
o'er crystal spillways unto brash brooks ,
carry the news of the day harper bluebirds ,
curious cardinals , laughing crows , bronze sparrows
within 'boisterous redtip hedgerow*' .....
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
*Shivering tree incantations incite the first Wren-song of the
morn
Long Pines fulcrum to touch dawns blue ceiling
Dales become sun-washed and quite talkative
Sharing the new day with rolling fields , Robin harper romantics
With the antics of fledgling flyers , ground squirrel , vivid swirling leaf
Tantric Chestnut providers , yellow
dancer Oaks , copper vistas reaching for
the curve of earth
Windsong , celebration , dutiful
Crescendo , becoming , vibrato
Upper tier , kinetic allegories receiving
life's opening breath* ...
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC