there is density in the air —
wringing life from every fiber of your be(ginn)ing
while you still try
to g(r)asp its meaning.
World
Arrogance (Haiku)
to believe we can
shape the world to fit our needs —
we are (grains of) sa(n)d.
Solstice
I saw your words’ first dawn
on a crisp day of pending woes
& in your eyes, reflected,
the sky’s limit ~
piercing blue.
in these overbearing times
my gaze stays fixed on the horizon
and I gush forth ~
to whatever end.
2525
filtered sunlight caresses
chalk hearts on mag(net)ic pavement
and i salute those rebel kids
for still knowing
how to play
there is a myth, clinging helplessly
to the bare branches of March
officially permitted
to drown in wifi waves –
stamped and notarized
life is in a hurry,
sporting business suits and clenched jaws
(get out of my way! no time, no TIME!!)
and i wonder
if there is a code in these fateful digits –
the true message:
2525.
Care
turn your back, playfully
and fumble
for your identity
in a lipstick-laden purse,
smiling butterflies upon
the ones who never care (to dare).
when Goldilocks hits the pavement
she will take the fall
in bright red stilettos,
fishnet stockings
and well-worn dignity.
would you dare
to care?
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!
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Trivial Trinkets
in prudent dreams the slow walk fast
and spin a standstill void of bricks
unravel clay, sculpt misty weaves,
no magic in this bag of tricks.
when high we plummet, deep we soar,
in tallest shadow’s tiny shade
and youth turns grey in second’s years
this moment, memories shall fade.
Stand As One
wedged
between stone and dust
people find their voice;
a whispered word
rises
to ring true
across continents
open eyes
won’t be forced shut
by the sting of tear gas
angry hearts
won’t quench their thirst
in submission to TOMA
stand as one –
kill
your fear of authority
and grasp the strands
of a new Era –
under the world’s watchful eye.
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Dedicated to the fighting people in Turkey. Stay strong.
Submitted to dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight – come join us at the bar!
Circles
another unaltered day ~
we
cough up
vow-covered moth balls,
shake our fists
at the heavens
and then
pick up old habits
along with the morning paper.
Late
when your soul
dangles
from its socket
by a spliced hair,
it’s the hour of the wolf ~
and death
leaves its rotting breath
upon your cheek.
fear not, my love ~
for you will soon
leave all madness behind.
Appearances
with your skin peeled,
your fingernails torn and broken,
will you still be whole
when you
return from your grave?
Funeral Marches
blood flies
settle
on this mangled corpse;
the gist of humanity
wrapped in funeral marches
a last grain of sand
escapes the hourglass
and leaves fate
to fade.
A Moment
a moment
a breath
and you.
You
shrug off
the guilt-stained shroud,
patched with fraying morals
to dance
to the silver-coated hymn
to dance
among the fearless and the free
to dance
for the spark in you
and turn it to flame.
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!
Another Wandering Soul 