Writer philosophers birth idea volumes
defeat defiance despair existential disparity
Artists brushes soak in toxins
life cycle depiction or candid canvas prediction
Pleased to meet you, reality
Now it’s back to horses and dusty horse riders
Street battles wasting time
Stele entries forgotten or faded
No honoured heros names to add
Inspiration waits for the revival
Sipping tea in the wings
You, obscure and unknown
lonely quiet inside-looking-outters
bearers of fragile hearts beating earth minderers
early morning vision scribblers
imaginating further world articulators
colourers in darkness
openers of windows
unlockers of doors
shatterers of blinds
unseen dancers in moonlight
reciters of poetry by candlelight
painters of lifebreath on cool basement walls
believers in things that hardly matter at all
hallucinators of Beauty amidst shatter and rubble
You, stragglers lingerers
dreaming humming sudden songsingerers
moongazers stargliders
slow walkers between frenzied hurry-up-or-you’ll-be-left-behinders
seekers wanderers
hitchhikers cosmic giant thumb colliders
rainy night half naked pale horse riders
hopeful rhythmic intoxicated drumbeaters
sometime purple feather and white lily flower eaters…
I love you.
[Imagine What It Looks Like Here]
Easter:
Opportunity.
Awakening petals of heart connections.
Flutter.
Meet a new dawn rejuvenated.
Inspired by shimmer of bright, shining hope.
Resurrection out of the bogs of past misdirection.
This is Hole
where light either enters
or exits
a shape that beckons
look up look—
and you do.
Free Will
means no
more choices.
Mantra
whisper books
getting better
all the time
hallelujah hey-ya hey
new days are naked
morning steps forward
into Beautiful.
Side by side
breath by breath
heart rhythm
eastern winds.
Between jack pines
we sway with
homage
flutter,
passage of time.
Morningbird
raindance reels
light stepping rhythm
landing’s challenge between
adornment
from death
emergent life.
Beauty.
Each one,
ending with
Kafka’s fade,
lingers days
whispering deepening
peeling half-speed
to the raw
distracted
gaze.
Dusk
that lonely place
between darkness
light’s obscure
distant shroud
present like knowledge
breath just passed
step. waltz. decay.
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