Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings
When others speak for us, We are often reminded of our differences. When we speak for ourselves, We discover our similarities.
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
Often Conflict Beauty Hope Where two lines meet
Oh Child With eyes as wide as the midday sun With hair as wild as the beasts which still can be found lurking in the places we have not yet built our homes Though you may feel so insignificant Standing beside such monoliths as these we have hewn from the ground beneath you Standing beneath … Continue reading The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard
What sacred spectres are these, What sacred spectres are these, To whom you call out to when down on your knees, Whom you wish to appease, With your chants and your pleas, Whose visage you accept without question, Without sight Faithfully? Can you not see, Can you not see, That the spirit exists Manifests endlessly, … Continue reading What Sacred Spectres are These?
Visceral; Lofted vantage. Tendrils of Black and grey Reaching skyward to grasp Falling short… Fools! Your enemy stands before you: Eviscerate And return To embed once more Within blessed hearts- Reborn, Weapons dulled and Sheathed, To stand guard No longer to attack Within Knowing that there is a world beyond. No malice Within For there … Continue reading In Oblivion (Reprise)
What spectre beckons from across the dark divide? What moves the earth beneath, what masses grow inside? If the morning robin mourned with dark and haunting tune; If the doves cried out at night with reverie for the moon; If the masses from the sea upon the land did take; If your loved ones laid … Continue reading What Spectre Beckons?
Today, I was nominated for a Real Neat Blogger award by Thought for Change, of the blog The Rendezvous Club (https://thinkingclearly483645316.wordpress.com). Thank you; it is an honor to receive this nomination, especially from such a spectacular fellow blogger. About Thought for Change and The Rendezvous Club Thought for Change is a brilliant young writer who speaks … Continue reading Real Neat Blog Award Nomination