Sunday, September 26, 2021

Covet








Young smooth woodland, culled of beast, dryad, shades,

Small groves given reprieve, with surface roots delving,

Sifting sod, sustained on the ancient primal essence,

Of the old ones, fallen forests festering putrescence, 

Forgotten nymphs, now compost the humus - feeding,

Saplings, orphaned roots cede to encroaching glades.


Further down, the blood of still more ancient spirits,

Great titans that ruled seas, plains, and woodlands,

Bones etching stones in a revelation of past destiny,

Dinosaurs, dragons, leviathan, a veritable bestiary, 

With forgotten flora -- bleed crude into miserly hands,

These covetous exiles, consuming creation -- dispirit,

The holy places.



Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Hand






 Milky moon rays trickle o'er fingers and palm, then

Silhouette this collage of keratin and pocked skin,

Wrapped sinewy and protruding in dissimilar quin,

Unfolding in the light, then crumpling in chagrin,

Each gnarly knuckled, entwining with it's twin,

Enrobed in wisps of prayer.




Thursday, March 11, 2021

Visitation



Cold worlds, formed of the debris of stars,

Embers of heaven in endless spectacles,

Wordless art galleries attest the ineffable, 

Orbs hewn by powers in galactic wars,

Left barren and beautiful.


Endless are the artful surfaces, frozen or afire,

Which crater, crack, or crag o'er rolling horizons,

Pooling elements reflecting glorious denizens --

-- Suns trilling deep o'er the expanse, a vast choir.

A pining of loving and rueing.  


Each star born as love fires in nebula nurseries,

Cast out like fledglings to join stellar throngs,

One watery world of one fledgling star-songs,

A canticle uniting each breath in a sanctuary.

God's language and liturgy.


That earth should suckle the One,

Maker of suns, our brother-son.


This comely sphere radiates the divine breath,

Seen swaying in the wind or galloping o'er planes,

Look up, like a cub licking in a cool spring rain.

Soar, leave earth, stars, 'ere the edge of death,

Beloved of star maker.


Laud,

Laugh,

Love.






Friday, December 25, 2020

She, in Sacred Time










It is a wonder, that as years form landscapes,

Orchestrating winds and rains, sun and moon,

Eroding, shifting, sands, rock-face, or woodland.

Such the wonder, a frightful encompassing hand,

Whittles bones, cracking skin, every day, ever soon,

'Til our emerging ghosts, tempered, reveal their shape,

In fading glory.


It is a mystery, that the one whose eyes hold me dear,

Once a stranger, now the sun I circle in love's gravity, 

Captured I - dry and pocked,  like a waterless moon,

Surrendered. She- tending as a gardener at high noon,

O'er years her charity, in lament, in grace and sagacity, 

For better or for worse, never ceased to hold me near,

Limping t'ward glory.


It is an awe, that many waters cannot quench the love,

Though my back bends to wind, rain, sun and moon,

While my spirit kneels trembling in the fearful presence,

A burning coal purging mouth and mind in holy penance,

She, my sun, lifts my gaze that we both may swoon,

Greying, bending, young again old souls, partaking of,

Bread, wine, glory.


She,

Renita,

Awakens me.






Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Crepuscule



Our star kissed skyline churns nebulae,
Wisping sweetly o'er this wedding chamber,
As the veil of night is drawn o'er the horizon.
On this tenebrous terrene - deified denizens,
Hymn; even as crescent-king waxes amber,
And St-Elmo's fire -gift of the twins Gemini,
To wanderers.

As Sol's frail flares fade and fail, the horizon's
Blues and yellows -- mauve in darkening hues,
Flora, fauna, rocks, hills -- darken, silhouette,
And the songs of shadows, resonate coquette,
While moonbeams, as milk in coffee, diffuse,
In burrow, and beds, dream daylight's denizens.
In shadowlands.

In deep darkness, stratus tars the diamond sky,
Silhouettes bleed into the obsidian blackness,
A brief hush as the diurnal world changes guard,
Then stridulating cicadas, joined by lobo bards,
This choral cantata to the moon maestro's egress,
From parting veil, howl beau geste, a longing sigh,
Of magic and melancholy.











Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Dance



In these uncertain times,
Fear festers, like mildew,
Spackling the vibrant skin,
Reds, blues to pallid white,
Decays.

In hope resist this blight,
The dread born of chagrin,
Love, flourish and eschew,
The darkness that confines.
Dream.

As steep ramparts are raised,
And kin and clans estranged,
Disease, death, dogma, divide,
Jingoist moguls macabre music,
Drones.

Each - part hellish, part cherubic,
Human - resist this ebbing tide,
Cleanse the cloth once stained,
Reflect all that need be praised.
Dance.



Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Still


Now and again, one sinewy sound,
Dodges decibels, fluttering rhythms,
Entangles.
Like a beloved face within a crowd,
Hearkened to - as a cathedral whisper.
A candle,
May pierce the deepening darkness,
A plumb-line to every frightful heart.
Evangel,
In a flicker, in a whisper, in a breath.
Sound, light, water, bread and wine.
Be,
Still.