how reach of mind,
singe’d on thought,
reaches for lids,
for eyes,
for brow’n’cheek,
for overflowen’d reservoir untouched:for throat,
for breath,
for words,
for lung,
for air upon wide-mouth gasping
oh, to trouth in bend of eyes,
to dampen these flamen’d roots grown inward
in heat of skin
and all those ash’ed-streams
a’burn left raging
your rays,
long, golding rays of Day’s Father,
lay tame along your bare-blushed cheeks..
oh, to grow them red, your cheeks,
to lick with kiss left lingering,
to unfold lips long chap’d
with tongue’s lashings
likened to striking-tip
of quill..
oh, how swift you lift eye from grounding,
as though through limbs this gaze is floating,
following the fall of your feet upon the carpet to
your waist of hips rounded toward the floor
and, facing cold restraint of rib with chest’s knocking loudly,
this glance becomes but moment forgot-and-known in memory
having sat here,
before the unpainted canvas
in its infancy,
i now find this sprawling thought
of ripen’d ink to be as
such World.. capsized vessel
expanse unforage’d, for caught
its use grows lost on single wave
on flattened sea, off coast of World A’New–
this driven:violent invert land
of voyagers
voyeuring–
shhhkt
of gear-horn’d beast
in silent awe-glance
toward faden’d dragonbreath
spiral-searching
skyward
…
to be
as
shepher’d sheep
on trodden ground in wont
of given-grass
…
to be
as
gulliver goat
on errant way forage’d
yet un-journey’d
…
okay. i’m pretty sure someone or i have tried to define a ‘vpoet’. even if i do define ‘vpoet’, the definition will alter greatly from anything i’ve done and thus would probably negate me using the term ‘vpoet’ as my moniker. but, the idea and basis for my writing is thus:
A ‘vpoet’ may be a ‘poet’ whose interaction with and observance of ‘this world’ is ‘virtual’, as though ‘disconnected’, while remaining fully ‘connected’ through ’emotion’ and ‘gravity’/’forces’/’life’/’the endless cycle’/’the way’/’all’/’curiousity’/’chance’/’?’/
Alternatively, a ‘vpoet’ may be a ‘poet’ whose major ‘influences’ or ‘mediums’ may include the ‘internet’ or other ‘technologies’.
When I listened to the learn’d breeze;
When my antennae, the hairs, sway-fell against the skin;
When I was shown how miniscule is the breath, bound to land, divided by the air;
When I, laying, listened to the learned breeze on tips of grass shaded by the moon,
How soon, wayward, I became light and spiring;
Till catching break of air, I drifted off from self,
In prodigal-pulse’d sky, and with rise of breath,
Wave’d in feather’d touching of the stars.
if the night were longer
i could hold you till the end of time,
watching the fireflies flicker
while their distant cousins herd slowly
across the pond of sky above us;
if the day were longer
i could take you across the world
with every kodak moment
to guide us to our next home of the hour,
never letting loose your fingers
because you’d never let go;
if our dreams were shorter
we could live them longer,
always catching up
on every new idea for how we could be together..
if this moment were longer
we’d be left smiling as this life passed us by.
is it
sad
that i miss you
after the petals fly
and the trees fall?
is it
sad that i wish to be
the pants you slip into,
the shirt that holds you so,
the smile you show only
when you know
i’m not around?
is it
pathetic to think
when my eyes wander
they’re looking for you?
is it
pitiful to know
when i lay down
i want you to be
the sheets ’round me,
the pillow i grasp,
the wind that comforts me?