Here is a small gift
For hours you can look and look
Sun rises then sets
gift
Sahara Wanderings
Toss away your sandals
To ascend you must feel one with the dune
Inhale this silence
At crest gaze into ripple
Winds carry prints of those before you
Into the ether
Mind your time in its passing
Golden sands swallow sun so soon
Venus guides you
Descend with your shadow
Drift your memory to the other side
Full moon rising
Doors of Song and Wonder
I heard you singing a song whose melody spoke to me
Sunlight upon your door beckoned to move closer in
I heard your voice fall and rise in a language unfamiliar
Echoing distant quiet longing
Who were you then
Where are you now
Hesitation leaves opportunity unresolved
Are you singing still
Is the song the same
Wonder is the gift you gave me
Love Is Black And White And Beaches
Those are not my footprints in the sand
I stroll behind
I watch others’ footprints flow
Those are not my friends in the photograph
I stroll behind
I hope they would not mind
This is not my year for even numbers
I step aside
I am Aquarius and partly blind
This is not yet my year of death
I’m standing still
I am older now but destined perpetual Valentine
Stones in Pockets Traces in Sand
We walk for days across Sahara
This is the river you say
A million stones
Zazzle shape size spectrum
We wade without fear of drowning
Fossils distend my pockets
Their songs collide as I stride
A crack in thrum of silence
Homage to these rhythmic sands
I balance monument with Tamarisk shade
To remember
The weight
Visitor without a key
Come on up to my house, you said
You did not mention a dress code
I arrived in my everyday coat
and to my credit I did comb my hair
You did not mention a password
You did not mention scrutiny by mirror
I stood on your threshold, half up half downside
Although your door stood wide open
No one answered my announcing call
Friendship is a fairytale, I heard a cynic once mourn
Maybe, but I’m still a believer
Redemption knows no discrimination
Call me again sometime, should you ever find your way
out of your narcissistic self aggrandizing hall of playful infamy
I might be busy but if you beg sincerely I’ll consider
sidestepping what occupies me to hear what you’ve got to say
Life Cycle – the Revelator
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-xei8c-cb2a64
A mash up of several poems that may work as one. Experimental but tame.
Marketing
I leave notes in them
Who said I’m going to market
Words, I’ve heard, are free
Stones
My palm warmed the stone
I plucked from the many
As we trod long across unfamiliar awaiting discovery
Before the steep
Before the onset of fear
Before staccato breaths bred control
I paused at a rubble pile
Sacred someone says
Safe passage to those who leave an offering
Balanced here in morning’s light
Horses
From above I saw them
Trio of pale mountain travellers
Sipping slipstream cooling parched tongues
Coats reflective of filtered autumn sun
Unhurried untamed unworried
Aware yet unmoved by human presence
I stood watching still as a stone
And imagined us as one untethered beast
Oh fleet footed wild ones
Were I able I’d run with you
After winds at our backs
Manes like wings flashing as we gallop high
To perilous wanderings of these unpredictable shadowy mountains
