Before I stirred,
I dreamt I heard
whispers in
a walled
garden.
Still Veiled
Sweetness! I dearly remember the aching flow
of time. The haunted Decembers, glacially-bound,
frozen, despaired. Still veiled, you refused to go
The Crows of Babel
Morning breaks upon Babel, crows caw, stirring from perches,
corvid-colloquialisms, complaints, single-voiced, to-all-alerting,
this, the gaping dearth, morsels missing, hungry bird, listening
to whispering passersby, ignoring their beaky-hissing, pinching
occasional ankles or errant fingers, angrily issuing edible edicts,
to hapless builders, millers, stonemasons, and/or tired children.
Oddly Fitting
Excuse me.
I have made a mistake
in choosing my footing,
into mouth, oddly fitting,
a self-inflicted drive-by shoe-ing.
The Seeker
You call yourself a seeker,
forever forward-reaching.
But, you are not seeking.
You are fleeing your fear.
The Paper Kite
I climbed that hill too soon,
step-by-step, to a greater height.
A frozen wind caught my coat
and carried me away,
like a paper kite.
Climb, Sweet Ivy, Climb
You can dance and sway
like the old willow tree.
The moon illuminates
your tranquil face,
as I watch, in silence,
like the lonely stones
beneath your feet.
The Great Moving On
The last
of the bindings
are breaking.
Signs of Life
Give me such signs of life,
that I am rocked and swayed,
by gentle bewilderment.
Her Roar and Glower
Between heartbeats
and the bursting
of tiny, tide-washed
bubbles, lurching
drifts of seafoam
cling to black stones,
whilst screaming, “No!”
into the roar and glower
of ol’ Atlantic’s storm.
Gold and Honey
I remember
your warm skin,
like gold and honey,
dripping against
my tongue’s tip.
Westerly
The way westerly
is a road of healing.
Heart-wrenchingly wounded,
I will flee, ‘ever-feeling
the weight of a love lost,
unrequited, but faultless.