arms wide out —
the sky in freckled
wonder born,
a moment
twisted into beauty stretched
across this canvas
Tag: Moments
Morning, early fall.
Morning, early Fall. Hazelnut coffee
and ripped jeans through windows, people
streaming out of and into doors, and blue
peeking around the morning clouds; while a bit of
chill comes by, uncertain it is any longer
a remembered thing. But she remembers, and
the memory is such as brings a smile to
her face like a joyful dawning, the moment perfect
in its fullness, the smell of the coffee shop and
the feel of her own skin like the excitement before
the start of a balloon race, and autumn turns
into the eternity it always was.
To share is human:
We ate dinner in silence…
We ate dinner in silence, both worn out,
But spicy Thai food woke us up again –
The dreaded day had come, and been born out,
Just like we thought it would, it had. But then
We drank and laughed and talked of other things.
She ate her massaman, I ate my beef;
There’re unexpected gifts life sometimes brings
When we are past all action but belief —
And as we left the place, I grasped her hand,
Which she squeezed back. No other words were said:
For lives are full of meanings, unexpressed —
Like living through a day
You’d come to dread
(11-7-2015)
To share is human:
What does this ocean mean right now?
It’s voice is soft, I barely hear
The words its forming in the waves
I stand, attenuated, like a deer —
But stillness breaks before it forms
My mind, it never finds repose
Whatever, now, this ocean meant
Is lost to space,
For heaven
Only
Knows
To share is human:
Traveling Thoughts – 3
“Embrace the moment”
This is what is said —
It resonates and echoes
In the head
But lo, arms open wide,
We see the day:
And realize that time has slipped
Away
To share is human:
Erewhon
The artist stops to paint a scene
With colors that she purchased from
A shop that closed six years before,
A place that smelled of spirit gum
And costumes hanging in the back
By landscapes painted for the stage.
And in the now, she thinks about
What happened to that place.
Her painting packed up in her car,
She takes the long way ‘round to where
That shop was open, years ago,
But there’s no newer business there,
Just broken windows, abject signs
Of long neglect and passing age,
And how the dreams we bring to life
Soon leave so little trace.
Her painting hangs now on my wall,
The glories of the woodland fall;
As she to senescence has passed,
I think about the spell she cast
About a shop I never saw,
A time and place I never knew,
And how it feels in moments true
To see another’s
Point of view
“… the noblest arts hold in perfection but a little moment.” — Samuel Butler, “Erewhon”
To share is human:
{ the feel }
when he still had the feel, the earth
was cinnamon, and waterslides,
and autumn like a kiss, a lingering,
discovery, no guides,
each whole experience — a birth.
when he still had the feel
when sorrow had another place to grow,
he held the air and ground
inside a heart that stretched into the sky,
each field a temple mound
he came to love, to really know.
when sorrow had another place
see, now — the dirt is open, bare,
and all is silence but the air;
the wind on his uplifted face
blows in from some less sorrowed place,
and he knows buried, underneath,
the feel is there —
somewhere
