Impression

Hollow sky
To take hold, to embrace
To follow through to the tree line
To merge with the silhouette
To the bare and empty branches
To reflect the lights on the bandstand
To begin the thaw of the frozen solid ground
To raise the shade of the morning mist
To where a warmer presence is
To be clearly found





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Droplets of Joy

Thin subliminal sounds of the ocean, wave by cascading wave, trickling harp by trickling hearts

Darkness by the absence of artificial light, darkness by the closure of the certain parts

Super longevity, in this small four walled room, super sized brevity, of past times stolen darts


a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Bedhead

There is a warmth, a certain serenity
As if the star sign of Saturn alone should bring such peace
A carrier, a vessel to fill with echoes, a universe to populate
Dreamed up memories that oscillate among eons of beautiful visions

Soon to try to recollect these instants
Yet never again to truly trespass on those clouds
Not to instill that voice of endearment
Fearful of making the call, under the ominous threat of rejection

Instead to read the chapter on depression
Settle on a preference for melancholy
Hang her scented lightness of cloth on every resonant passage
Celebrate the star sign

That brought thought transference and ultimate joy
Wake up and smell the coffee

Shower, eat, drive, meet, return
To sit where the ether can carry the birdsong
Where effervescent passages, of time past, time present
Wander undisturbed, gentleness thus to be personified





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Absentee

Dare to break the spell
Purge the myths where the words wallow
So frequently
So easily
So secretly

Set up the clandestine meeting
In a matter of fact sort of way
No more to it than that
No false expectations
No hidden agendas
No place for truth or beauty

A map of California on the table top
Was this his destination?
That shadow of a man
How imperceptible our shadows
Dare to break the spell
Dare to purge the myths
Dare for insincere reconciliation




a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Mound

Eight minutes the difference
Maybe climb the hayrack
Sit in contemplation
Have a well brewed pot of tea

Thousands of times upon the waking
In or out of halfway dreams
Where could the bare breast have came from
Heaven is to only know

Extrapolations; spent-fuel, misfired imaginations
Overheard presentations, tree top lined incantations
A single star, in a sky at once so far away
Before a slow red sunrise, at the turn of the weary day

Plagued by indecision, fearful of derision
Indebted to the men of youthful circumcision
All across the frost filled grounds
All the way to fanciful minds
Thoughts plaid full, to the very brim, of silken mound





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link