Dusty are your ballet slippers
scuffed floors replace varnish sheen
we have danced the passing tango
haunting embraces quite the scene. Continue reading
In flames of tired contradictions
and spins of power lies
to find an oasis of longing reprieve
and ease our tear filled eyes. Continue reading
Through the active pass,
ferries carry, bound for shores,
we arbitrate, mediate, ponder, condone,
beyond our home,
the madness of paradigms,
idling without engagement,
the luxury or loneliness of estrangement,
exploring the available context,
neither the salmon nor the whale,
ancients along steeping trail,
train upon iron rail,
afternoon with nightingale.
Hills call us along to somewhere,
along the fragrant pebbled shores,
to find a phrase for spending time,
and a dance through pretending doors.
We drove shovels,
into the winter ground,
into the one inch gravel. Continue reading
Taking up where
call if you dare,
with a scent of mentality.
in loving calculation,
sad, to learn a sign
of gone moments well spent. Continue reading
There was a stream of events.
There was a sovereign existence.
There was a reason for being.
There was a purpose in the universe. Continue reading