(2013)
More of a contemplative poem about a moment of emptiness.
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My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice