We exist but not alone. We create from what we may think we know but all knowledge exists in the collective well from which we draw our small dipper these few drops we may hold fast. Palm as precious stones. We may claim as our own. Briefly.
So Dylan’s eighty
What message to send his way
Life and life only
How silent is night
You, these stars, and candlelight
Tomorrow on hold
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Why should I want to contain you
Place your beauty within this cage in this frame
For is not arresting all at the essence of Art
Fragrance of imperfect freedom
An unleashing
Flight from confinement
Escape from ordinary
Exploration of sensescapes no corporeal beings roam
Wings
Logic and deduction and evidence and explanation
Too loaded to follow
A bridge deconstructed an outline made of squint
Lace and velvet satin and flowers rivulets of sky in an ocean of dream
Scenes of an unscene
Can I slip into my/your/our centre in secret moments
Touch your raw naked pulse
Feel
What it is to know truth at the intersection
Where imperfect breath and depth of life exchange promises
Without uttering a sound
But a shift
Caught drifting soft past
A presence
Something there
Poem God
Poem Goddess
Poem Spirit
Poem Breath
Rising with wind
Riding upon waves enroute to sky
I sat upon the earth and built this thing for you.
No conversations
Villagers have all gone home
Walls whisper hello
I tried but I cannot yet do what must be done
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Begin right after I read you this one
Maybe I haven’t yet worked hard enough
He seems so sure I’ll find the flow
Write about flowers or write about the blues
Write fourteen lines about buying new red shoes
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Soon as you do you’ll be slipping into some silver sonic address
Reciting Dante while riding a horse called Volta
Through some echoing ancient forest
Next to Prosodic Avenue
I’ll be waiting for you.
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
