Allegory

no matter
how long
it seems
it's only
hard for
a little while

Shaping

shaping disparate moments
into a mosaic
becoming a rendering
resembling the image
of its creator
absent of movement and
essence shattered into
fragments scattered symbols
of a design
awaiting congruity
in the hands
of a master

Poetics

word's breath
breathing phrases
dream-dancing
to allegories
in intervals
singing the music
of silence

Taconic Hills

Taconic Hills

a fleeting shadow
brushes a craggy hillside
as a shroud
clearing a way
in advance of
its wake on
an unimpeded passage
silent as a
mirage whose presence
might be imagined

a soul could die
here living on dry bones
and empty thoughts
riding on air drafting
through Oblong Valley draws

162.

it’s the space
between silence that
articulates breath

Fate

Fate

Summoned
to appear
I declined
to meet
with fate until
a later date
when I won’t
be late
and she
won’t have
to wait.

Nuance

when the questing soul
knows peace and the
heart is stilled in autumnal grace
the once silent voice
will rise and sing its song
from the core of its essence
resonating from the node
that is the center of nuance
vibrating at fingertip
sounding its song between strings
in the rustic grace
that is yours alone