I am in awe of you

Women who decline definition

Who walk on soundless feet

On legs that suport my earth

You, who fall from the sky

Heal with your hands

Pray on strings or keys, and straddle grace.

You, who create beauty where dull eyes met nothing

You are my alpha

The inner Call of Truth

Leave your prints in warm soil

I am right behind you

Published in: on June 29, 2008 at 10:28 PM Leave a Comment

Eighty-three isn’t so old

I can picture you there and you aren’t different

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Changeling before the sun

Offenses in the wind

Love too new to know

And insides bend

Heavier than grim

Like silver brick

A thing of shiny substance

Melted into thick

From her neck it’s fallen

No more weighty bird

Only one of memory

The ghost of her own word

Published in: on June 27, 2008 at 8:27 PM Leave a Comment

You are my homeland

One who cannot be carried

Following the bends in the road

Like a swallow, I know

A nest is my nature

Woven with ruby threads

Ethereal love

Sensing the smell of approaching storms

Published in: on June 22, 2008 at 6:26 AM Leave a Comment

To look on the tanner

Corrupt with transmutation

A brass scientist

Mad from the ordinary

He dusts off his tools

To weather a hide

Etching lines of demise

Visible history of hurt

Published in: on June 21, 2008 at 3:23 PM Leave a Comment

Oceanic myth-brute

Now, it absents the self

Leaving a loner behind

Clutching the suspicious skull

 

She raises the crushed thing

Wades in the space left by the other

The exacted one

Somewhere, the deep eye wakes

Published in: on June 19, 2008 at 11:43 PM Leave a Comment

In painted blackness

Strokes go unseen

What is brilliant

Is drawn from memory

A thing unfaded

So unlike this breached love

A rolling brush in water

And permanent seeks form

Published in: on June 18, 2008 at 6:25 AM Comments (1)

Cold like despair

I shake

The revelation was a rest-stop

Picking up my blank bible

I drive on

Feeling the effort-pull

The carrying away of grace

Buried with my little love

The secrect aches

All over my skin

For I am bruised by the dive

A sparrow into rock

I settle on a crag

And consider what’s done

Published in: on June 17, 2008 at 10:23 PM Leave a Comment

Peeling nails

Midnight braids

Speak to the darkness

In an old gown

Published in: on June 16, 2008 at 6:53 AM Leave a Comment

The longest day

Starts when everything stops

A silent halt

Rends heart from girl

For an eternal moment

Sanity falls to the floor

What’s human is lost

To the pure, primitive pain

She stares at her own drowned truth

Her failure is watching

Glassy unseeing eyes she thinks still move

Holding her hope in trembling palms

She weeps

For the things that are lost

For the things she may never find

Published in: on June 15, 2008 at 6:50 PM Leave a Comment