dim as moonbeams

Outer Banks, North Carolina

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:26:21 -0400

Outer Banks, North Carolina

a hotel, halfway

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:10:40 -0400

the view from here is
one of stucco covered steel,
but we’re getting there.

even memory has greying head naught can hold the raven black of youth nor in contrast find...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:11:39 -0400

even memory has greying head
naught can hold the raven black of youth
nor in contrast find simplicity
like that we found at seventeen

when reckoned ourselves close to God
so close, we might dare force his hand
even prime numbers multiply;
in math the hand of God will win

after noon and after storm a flutter comes of wing alighting on the ground below absent almost of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:08:11 -0400

after noon and after storm
a flutter comes of wing
alighting on the ground below
absent almost of weight
a stranger in a foreign field
suspicious look around
a quickened and a cautious step
a thrust of beak - then home

little hands have fed the feeder of the birds then for the songbird scattered bribery i’ve tried...

Fri, 17 May 2013 08:41:09 -0400

little hands have fed the feeder of the birds
then for the songbird scattered bribery
i’ve tried to be content with ‘daily bread’
with portion that’s enough to fill my beak

i’ve tried to be content with songs that pass
a quickly as the morning comes of age
and hope that like migration they return
but one can never tell with things with wings

leave Moses to the mountain to negotiate with God these daisies in the field sufficient...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:19:19 -0400

leave Moses to the mountain
to negotiate with God
these daisies in the field
sufficient prophecies proclaim
such yellow-faced apostles
leave the congregation awed
whose sermon is no longer than
the pinnacle of May

i do not seem myself aright until i’ve waded in to pool you’ve spilt to puddle — a Being’s...

Wed, 15 May 2013 12:45:56 -0400

i do not seem myself aright
until i’ve waded in
to pool you’ve spilt to puddle
— a Being’s evidence

still now, undisturbèd
sequestered by a lid
with silver glass for glaze atop
a mirror, reflective

i read the ending skipped ahead undid plot at the seam awoke, but couldn’t morn discern i’d had the...

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:43:04 -0400

i read the ending
skipped ahead
undid plot at the seam

awoke, but couldn’t morn discern
i’d had the sweetest dream

i found the site where secrets crept
away from ear, dislodged

near to the place
where is interred
most every fallen star

could you prove to me ‘immensity’ with certainty, tonight i’d gather every doubt amassed concede, at...

Sun, 12 May 2013 10:57:41 -0400

could you prove to me ‘immensity’
with certainty, tonight
i’d gather every doubt amassed
concede, at once “you’re right”

expelling ‘frame of reference’
as lens through which flows all
and heresy the feeling
unshakable — ‘so small’

there is impending loneliness as Day slips ‘cross the field bartering the loveliness that...

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:32:21 -0400

there is impending loneliness
as Day slips ‘cross the field
bartering the loveliness
that nighttime kept concealed

brought into smaller focus
amid a spill of stars
horizon echoed ‘lonesomeness’
being both near and far

the boats that bore our shame back East from whence it came to older lands i hear have ne’er...

Fri, 10 May 2013 04:18:06 -0400

the boats that bore our shame
back East from whence it came
to older lands

i hear have ne’er arrived
wherefore the sin inside
a sea shan’t span

swallowed the record be
of sin up by the sea
expunged — the night!

therefore if sea exists
to testify of it
it’s in your eyes

like heaven — ere old fashioned foundand way too hard and longlike that forgotten...

Thu, 09 May 2013 15:17:24 -0400

like heaven — ere old fashioned found
and way too hard and long
like that forgotten impulse
that preceded siren’s song
or once tasting the restlessness
that pulls a heart to sea
and trying to recall the taste’s
evasive memory

the placement in a quiet room
upon a quiet shelf
of such a tested tether
to an unquieted self

when judgement falls upon us
regardless whether sin’s renounced
it shows that day grows weary —
is it nearly midnight now?

lafonna: A Thousand Poems Between car rides and snapshots, Dickinsian funerals were herded; the...

Thu, 09 May 2013 13:53:27 -0400

lafonna:

A Thousand Poems

Between car rides and snapshots,
Dickinsian funerals were herded;
the coffee changed the tune.
We heard lullabies, amidst clamouring
for Thai food; the pencil had begun
to sway. And so, a tumbling
of miracles, against a verdant expanse.
Words slipped beside words,
fell along like monsoon rain,
humming drizzles, rapid storms.
You wrote, snake-charmer like,
our common despair the dance:
A thousand hills, all rolled in one.

For Trystus/dimasmoonbeams.

enter the versiraptor: I can’t end this poem on a good note. I’m going to crack it open, and...

Thu, 09 May 2013 09:39:59 -0400

enter the versiraptor: I can’t end this poem on a good note. I’m going to crack it open, and...:

lafonna:

I can’t end this poem on a good note.
I’m going to crack it open, and if it bleeds,
so it will. I don’t mean it to pay homage
to any time of the day: the morning
(with its promises), the noon
(cat-like, indolent), the nightfall
(tainted with romance), or midnight
(sirens and…

whisper me into a song for by your quiet voice comes Spring late though no one’s waited...

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:48:20 -0400

whisper me into a song
for by your quiet voice comes Spring
late though no one’s waited long
perfectly timed, everything
if only known by hindsight vision
gentle, now trust all we’ve seen
welcome autumn’s low division
parting almost everything
as did days before we noticed
just how short a day’d become
or how long some night unfolded
before silence became numb
before certainty defeated
strings of mystery, now solved
when at door of life we waited
from innocence to be absolved

i’ve circled numbered columns there cautiously approach but timid, and with downcast eyes lest i...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:15:17 -0400

i’ve circled numbered columns
there cautiously approach
but timid, and with downcast eyes
lest i should stand too close

and by an interference
unwittingly offend
therefore i stand awed — quite nearby
where holy ground begins

and if mine eye’s a brave one
if could my heart be still
i might a glance or one step dare
to perish in the thrill

of finding banshee’s silence
of focus stripped of care
of knowing how it is to drown
without the want of air

i count hand’s breadth between us i know that days aren’t long nor memory abiding even now, the...

Sat, 04 May 2013 22:47:54 -0400

i count hand’s breadth between us
i know that days aren’t long
nor memory abiding
even now, the fading song
is dim like tear-soaked vision
is sweet — i’m told — like wine
i imagine, as narrow as prison
no more true to the senses than time

our years, they have doubled between us
life is not long, i know
so, mustn’t a memory fade, then
why then must one do it so slow
giving undertone pocket to mellow
and soften a memory’s edge
having bottled something rare like summer
oughtn’t more care be used ere we dredge?

legacy, legacy (left behind)

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:59:36 -0400

i’ll be timid with the marks i leave
timid with my praise
i’ll meek with pencil shy approach
and — tender — mark my place

embrace with small parenthesis
the thoughts we turn in mind
but never brazen be enough
to ever underline

Special thanks to Sasha (etherlighter) for this feline...

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:53:32 -0400

Special thanks to Sasha (etherlighter) for this feline interpretation of my URL :)

eternallycoilingserpent: mattsjustaroundthecorner: shesanargona...

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:30:52 -0400

eternallycoilingserpent:

mattsjustaroundthecorner:

shesanargonaut:

Today is my Christmas.

Aaaaaaaargh. Grrrrhhg.

Today is my name day. Holla!

May the 4th!