Endurance

Snow falls gently in my mind

Heavy eye brows direct my intensity

Things are firing in rapid tones

Some tones cut like knives

While others assuage

Like a potato poultice

I roll on my haunches

And endure

Yet I wonder when the inevitable

Will rise with the sun

When the snowflakes will melt

When will entropy dissipate

When will love end

And for what reason

My muscles are quivering now

I am losing my resolve

For a time I stood against it all

Existing with stoicism

At the end

I could see a young girl

In the glen with the same resolve

I imagined her body full of snow flakes

And I was proud of her

And I knew who we were

Mountain Whippoorwill

When an empty chair is full
When the mist rolls in from the past
When the afghan is a heap on the floor
When there is residue of body warmth
That beckons your soul
When the stag awakens in a sky full of ash
It struggles in a cloud of charcoal angst.

The world is blackened
Against loves vigil
The thought of loss is deafening
The pain of the smoldering world
Demands everything
The requiem mass dictates the sadness
Yet the water fall pours into the trees

There is a portent of peace
The gulls fly through the mist in grace
We come to terms with was
When we can separate beauty from pain
When the gentle flute steps away
From the piano's minor chords
The mountain whippoorwill sings

Please

I live in the acquiescence of transition

The pastels are blotted with my tears

The tears make the day effuse

My juxtaposition is obtuse

I can feel my essence

Bleeding away

I'm already at no more
I'm in the epilogue of conclusion

The contacts bloat my eyes with tears

I can't divine direction

I can't see

I can't even hope

Is this macular degeneration
Is this life without zest

Or is this wonder lust

Maybe I'm residue

Maybe my quest is for a new day

Maybe I'm the melody of the sunset

Flowers In My Pottery

Our bristles work together and apart

The water that floats us is our milieu
The current that binds us
Is destiny's design
I had no intention
Now I have every intention

I am sticky in the moment

I was sauntering down the street
When her saunter brushed me

I don't even know when the dance began

Effervescent in its harmony

The dance fired the kiln of my soul

I wanted to bake clay

I wanted flowers in my pottery

But I am already blues in the blue

I know the headiness of this

I know the rain drops in the river
I can see her breaking her moorings

I can already see her grace down the river

I know this is just the moment
But the moment is my forever

Pillow Clouds

Clouds cushion the rumble of my existence

The passion seems far away

Until I close my eyes

And feel the needle work

Threading my heart

There are hollow reeds

Pouring sound into my soul

There is an anxious echo reverberating

As the gull glides in the distance

I am uneasy with trepidation

Yet there is a sweet harmony

Weaving in and out of the echo

I am reassured

In the perfect harmonic transition

There is sanity in the music

The sound is escalating

My passion is adrift in the crescendo

I need it at my side

I need its embrace

I need to breathe it in

To meander the symphonic cosmos

Die To The Past

No time before the blossom

The powdery nectar migrates

From my lips to the jungle of my beard

I close my eyes to all yesterdays

My tongue traces my lips

Down into my nectar coated beard

I take sustenance from the moment

I have breezed through the pasture

For days and years

I have lived the hurt in all seasons
The drip is no longer connected to the torrent

Now there is only a hollow pulse

That reflects the land of was

My lips tasted the orchid

I now live in the land of no more

I never thought the wind would roll around me

Caressing me into the sun's embrace

Who would have thought orchids

Were enough

There was so much space in the music

I fell into it

Gone

Once my love was molten lava

It ran down the grassy slopes

There were glass wind chimes ringing

Dripping with the sound of inevitability

The wind blew across the molten

Then it all stopped

No molten no chimes
The wind blew hollow

I remember how I gently kissed your shoulder

I remember how I use to trace your collar bone

With my lips
There are only memories now

I was forged with incredible strength

And I remain strong beyond my time

But there is no love

I can only remember

I close my eyes and spread my wings on the wind

And like the Phoenix dream of reserrection

Blossoms of Lavender

Mauve lilac tracings flooded my senses

The flowers were laid gently against the quiescence
They blanketed the symphony of my soul
There was a haunting sprig of melody
There in the distance
A hint of crescendo
Painted a succulent horizon


Porcelain sky pouted with sad eyes
As I walked through the dripping lilac petals
So much unbearable pain
Clawing at my chest
Each day I wonder when
Unbearable is enough
And I can smell the lavender


There is the promise of your hug
There is the music of your poetry
And I of course desire your lips
It's just that my porcelain heart
Is buried in the mauve
I am in a state of decomposition
No good for rose colored lips

Blind

The forest walked into the lake

The branches were numerous and applauding
The sky barely bled through the canopy
I could smell you through the purple mist
Somewhere in a distant universe
You were thinking about me
A firefly skimmed the surface of my heart

We had never coalesced
But I knew of the pulse in your body
As surely as the lake trees slept
Your reflection wafted into my soul
I tumbled into my need for you
I imagined your eyes clicking
Into an acquiescent moment

There was a gentle piano melody
Sifting through the bottomless forest
Yet my pulse raced into an arrhythmia
I was dying without your embrace
Without the resuscitation of your kiss
The big empty was smothering
This need has blinded my being