Way,
thou without name Eternal
,yet Death to many–
chest,
–yours,
pierced by hold of;
witnesses,
–yours,
drown’d in seeking of;
throat-movers,
–yours,
raised t’outer with joy of;
fingertips,
–yours,
pause-broke for respect of;
pearl-beams,
–yours,
whittle-faded in return of;
low-clerk,
–yours,
forgeing by will of;
Month: March 2005
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thou without name Eternal
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something
suppose i saw you,
never meant to,
it just happened;
would you wave me,
swaying daisy,
and let me know?
suppose i met you,
never meant to,
it just happened;
could i see you,
even hold you,
not letting go?
suppose we were dreaming,
never scheming,
it just happened;
should i wake you,
or maybe watch you
for a while?
suppose i loved you,
never meant to,
it just happened;
could you love me,
maybe hold me,
till we die?
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Mother Moon
Mother Moon
wide-smiles
with nod
toward stage of Earth;
in fixed-gaze
and without stir of wind,
She washes through us
fallen creatures,
gently rocking
World to Sleep’s domain…
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love eternalized
like
whimpering pet left in rain to cleanse,
merely
open door
and stay with you shall
’til crown of time banish us
to love eternalized.
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Serenity Smile
how serene her smile in Summer’s facial lightings,
where hair of shined mahogan’silk rests in bask of Daylight’s father
frequenting Shore for despise of Shade and its
lower Beauty–
but though for stuttered moment pictured is her Serenity Smile,
fallen to love has she with other.
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brokejaw ice
brokejaw ice like
teeth in crimson’d
drink
one glass [milk of
in halfdoze many jawgum
left choke-spat
sparingly to crystal
as though by fresh-shined
child and smiling]
in LEGO’d fever
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age’ed jack o’ lantern
age’ed jack o’ lantern,
your ash-caged jagged grin
finds reflection: me–
awakened in
smile of throat,
cross of eye
to eye
to close
to smile again–
to
smile
to
flint
again
;
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A summer at Milburn Place
Once again it was that time of year,
To plant, to mow, to set the dogs in rear.
For a month or two we would be gone
A time too short, but for Mum too long.
“The maid,” she’d say, “will care for the dogs.
I hope she doesn’t feed them like hogs,
as you’re so prone to do.”
With that, we packed and scattered through
To the truck left running in the yard.
Before noon we were a third there.
“Oh how I hope to see it soon,” I stared.
Out of my window were the grasses so well known
That each blade had a name, like Matt, Tom, or Joan.
And that sign still hung above them all;
“Welcome to Milburn Place: Closed for the Fall!”
It had been up since the early Twenties, or so Mum said,
Left there after the great man himself lay dead.
“Why do they not take it down?” I asked for the hundredth time.
“It’s their choice, Hon, not yours or mine.”
It was sad to see and worse to know
That Mrs. Milburn couldn’t let go
Of the only one her heart would know.
Yet, every year, with loving arms, she’d welcome Mum, me, and Flow.
We’d go camping, riding, even biking off road
In nothing but our trunks, something special Grandma sewed.
Even with the adventure we’d take,
I could feel Mrs. Milburn’s life begin to shake,
To tumble, out of control, until a smile creased her face
And we’d have our last summer at old Milburn Place.
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constant glance
spin me
and watch me fall–
top-heavy with dreams of you–
this pounding in my chest
could it be
from you?
your only gift to me
without knowing i exist–
rash, but not completely clueless
to the ways of love
and everything that comes with it..
i know
a look
can’t be enough
to wrap me ’round you,
but can a thousand?–
each second
of every forever
that you go walking by,
turning slightly–
are you noticing me?
..hopes too great
to let them be right–
i’m always wrong
so nothing’s new..
except
that now
it’s you
that is right
without knowing
what you feel like
against me
in the darkness
of a candlelight vigil–
maybe tomorrow.