on the edge of tomorrow
my breath burst into silvery stars &
swelled
to touch the moon’s reflection
in a single tear
that sprang from wonder.
in this muted affection
you can still perceive
a slight trace of home,
calling endlessly.
Universe
Anthology
I could be
a moment, tipping
over the edge of space
to fall
and never fall
again.
I could be
a letter, lost;
curving,
curling black on fading white
where words are left
unspoken.
i could be
a trace, sighing
on the shores of nowhere, turning
with the tides
as faces
change.
I could be
a life, swaying
on the thin line between
high heaven & rock bottom,
placing careful steps
in worn out shoes.
I could be
this world, unscathed
and never fully grown, as ages float
among the clouds & leave
the faintest kiss
on greying hair.
I could be
whole
& scattered all the same —
but in your arms
I simply
am.
42.
4ever we see(k)
e(igh)ternity’s head stand
& ONE tied
to the 5-pointed star;
water
earth fire
air ether
is that really
all there is?
if 1and6 is me, i need another one of these ~
for 2getherwemake3,
but that’s a different story.
“What do you say, Valenzetti?
Are we Lost,
hitchhiking the Galaxy?”
… but the answer is always
42.
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… a rather cryptic one for Laurie Kolp’s prompt about numbers over at dVerse.
Hope you enjoy nonetheless!
What’s your number? Come and join us at the bar!
photo credits: images3.wikia.nocookie.net
Once Infinite
Forever
slides
along the crest of heaven;
becomes mortal
in a blink
and
wanders off
on silent feet.
Lead the Way into the Wild
lead the way into the wild ~
etch flowing paths into my feeble heart;
teach me the chords to nature’s truthful sound;
to keep still, when silenced; bound to life.
untie my legs and draw me out to walk,
to find courage within, through gentlest touch.
miraculous; simple touch
revives parched dreams; finds stray hope, running wild.
rivulets of souls mingle as we walk,
to swell; with rawness, engulf weakened heart
and flood; waves’ tongues returning fragile life
to be cradled, gingerly; safe and sound
with these brittle bones, un-sound,
from solid stone to stone we hop; we touch
freedom’s sweetness, to coalesce with life.
find the fountain; youthful, deep pool of wild-
ness; cleanses, with ease, recovering heart
and mends weary bones, now destined to walk
nature’s call, perceived while walk-
ing; earth’s untamed presence, captured in sound ~
bittersweet song, unleashed to pierce the heart,
rises, in delicate tunes; tempting touch ~
the zenith; music, alive in veins, wild;
joyous ~ a glimpse at the meaning of life
strong, steady hand unfolds life;
now, at its fullest, and proudly i walk,
find serenity in this wayward wild.
whole now; the gift of my own voice, my sound
resonates, rewards me; i reach and touch
my soul; translucent, sister to my heart.
and through pulses of the heart,
the one, universal language of life,
we are united; led by spirit’s touch.
from valley deep to highest peak we walk,
among legends; set out, seeking the sound
the haunting rhythm, the call of the wild.
heart’s steady beat guides, wherever we walk;
through life, encouraged by ancestral sound;
by purposeful touch, reborn… in the Wild.
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… a Sestina (hard work, argh!), inspired by the Iron Poets and linked to dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight. Doors open at 3pm EST… bring a poem and join us at the bar!
Grains
grains of sand;
amidst the sand we thrive
beneath the sand we hide
above the sand we soar
how small we are;
grains
huddled in
the universe’s sand box
Nameless
when the sky
turns milky-white
and our bodies
are nothing but
cancellous shells
with thrashing limbs;
we will be
Nameless.
… and in the books
of history
yet to be written,
we will be known
as those
who were
too presumptuous
to follow
the universe’s
well-intentioned call.
after all these years,
we still
haven’t learned a thing.
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photo credits: kosmos2012.hu-berlin.de
Unravel|Uplift
bits and pieces
of a shattered year
coalesce;
and from
acutely despised rubble
evolves a clarity ~
so blinding;
so vigorous…
it courses; to melt
or advance
the human eye.
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photo credits: scientificamerican.com
In Transition
delve
dive
don’t dwell
explore
encounter
experiment
fly
famish
feel
open eyes
and open mind –
the universe
unfurls unimaginable
texture
Apocalypse
salvation’s fire
etched
into culprit’s waxy skin,
belching;
bursting,
brandished power of old –
the forlorn
seek shelter
in dying wombs,
belief;
upside down
and left to rot.
Hope, After All
bound to the grave of
mystery’s debt
glistening tears
of creeping mold
on the freshly stained body;
the sun lingers
to cook up the corpse; lurid
and lift its spirit
to innocent meadows beyond.
To Walk among Us
fallen from the sky
to tumble
fumble
among ignorance –
no greater punishment
can i imagine.
Slippery
the papery moon
leaves a distinct trail
on mercy’s face
foreboding shadow
draws near
and cuts
the moon
in half
try to trace now
and feel your feet
leave solid ground
Atmosphere
tumble
whirl
embrace the moon
hold your breath
as long as you dare
and when
the star’s pointy ends
prick your fingers,
your frown takes off
on floating wings,
the lights go out
and you drift
in silence ~
beyond
Solar Eclipse (Haiku)
siblings of the sky,
moon pays sun a short visit ~
no time to catch up!
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photo credits: weltbildung.com
Another Wandering Soul 