Today, I ordered paperback proofs of my soon to be released poetry memoir - small town kid. Woo Hoo!
I am a calligraph carelessly dashed across the paper then scrambling as though alive to find the shape I’m meant to be it is the life in me it is the reason ~ Poem #440 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
how many dance on the point of a flame that bobs and weaves with each breath released as it reaches as it strives for more how many dance the battle between light and dark is fought in empty spaces between the wax and the wick and the graceful flower curved to sway so and to … Continue reading angels dance
let the inferno rise up high let it burn I will bathe in fire I am ready to be the light rise like a ghost from the blue-ing smoke then I will hover just above you here a shiver of your of flame ~
serpentine serpent mine come curl around me your coils rasp and slither golden beast you love me least but slide around glide around you shine I wither ~
at the falling of the day I sound the trumpet slow pa .......... pa at the recollection of all that I’ve done of the patient journey through memory pa .......... pa long ago once on a time when I was young pa pa but now with good-bye in my sights good-bye and bye again pa … Continue reading two trumpets
perhaps I know a way to stir trouble perhaps my claw holds the key perhaps I'll pour your dreams inside a stew perhaps it is your heart in the cauldron ~ I stir and so I see I stir for the future if I stir you into this potion filled with stars perhaps we will … Continue reading From NASA with love #90: let me (taste tomorrow)
a reverie on reverie I think myself I drift away dreaming from the inside of a dream thinking within a thought I had a double distance in my head that is double-deep and deeper I don’t know which way the morning went but here I am and lost in … a daydream that is almost … Continue reading two dreamers
talk with me oh friend of mine I long to hear your voice you have wisdom enough for two wisdom enough for me talk to me dear friend ~
stir the cauldron watch the steam writhe there deep in the turmoil will be an answer is it what you want is what you need is it what you thought that you were asking stir the cauldron watch the steam your answer comes ~