no matter
how long
it seems
it's only
hard for
a little while
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
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
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
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Poetics
word's breath
breathing phrases
dream-dancing
to allegories
in intervals
singing the music
of silence
breathing phrases
dream-dancing
to allegories
in intervals
singing the music
of silence
Sunday, December 4, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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
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
Thursday, October 13, 2011
To This Place
it is to
this place I
turn with hope
grounded in promise
and anticipation of
form born of
the seed of
vision beyond imagination
nurtured by faith
imbued in promise
sustained by what
cannot be seen
touched or imagined
this place I
turn with hope
grounded in promise
and anticipation of
form born of
the seed of
vision beyond imagination
nurtured by faith
imbued in promise
sustained by what
cannot be seen
touched or imagined
Two
Life --
the whole
daft enterprise
subject to
the wiles
of chance --
who will care
for thee when
there is no
more of me
the whole
daft enterprise
subject to
the wiles
of chance --
who will care
for thee when
there is no
more of me
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Dickinson
her nuanced sounds
dance like diamonds
shimmering on moonlit
water glistening with
a thousand stars
shattering brilliance into
shards sparkling on
a rippling velvet
curtain drawn over
perpetual night
dance like diamonds
shimmering on moonlit
water glistening with
a thousand stars
shattering brilliance into
shards sparkling on
a rippling velvet
curtain drawn over
perpetual night
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
I Am
I am
as I came
a guest
not a ‘name’
an acolyte
not a master
a mystery
to many
a fool
to most
a gray
solitary
ghost
as I came
a guest
not a ‘name’
an acolyte
not a master
a mystery
to many
a fool
to most
a gray
solitary
ghost
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Miniature 244
we are linked
one within another
an endless loop
without beginning or
end a knot
entwined about itself
one within another
an endless loop
without beginning or
end a knot
entwined about itself
Miniatures 242 and 243
if purpose be divined
it is to gain
insight into shifting light
where paradox rotates
about a core but we
bound by fateful decree
merely sense what stirs
in our midst
a moment longer
than an interval
would permit
time to unfold
at fingertip
becoming
is
selecting
knowing
is
doing
being
is
believing
change
is
renewal
hope
is
faith
it is to gain
insight into shifting light
where paradox rotates
about a core but we
bound by fateful decree
merely sense what stirs
in our midst
a moment longer
than an interval
would permit
time to unfold
at fingertip
becoming
is
selecting
knowing
is
doing
being
is
believing
change
is
renewal
hope
is
faith
Monday, April 25, 2011
Miniatues 236 and 241
little worth
the need
to possess
so much
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
the need
to possess
so much
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
Miniatures 215 and 221
215.
keep to
the simple
the line
is straight
if it curves
return the
way you came
221.
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of silence
keep to
the simple
the line
is straight
if it curves
return the
way you came
221.
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of silence
Miniature 235 and 204
235.
little to say
much to do
keep silent
move slowly
all flowing
from within
204.
where it begins
is unknown
where it ends
is beneath
our feet
little to say
much to do
keep silent
move slowly
all flowing
from within
204.
where it begins
is unknown
where it ends
is beneath
our feet
Silent Presence
Silent Presence
wherever I look
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
196,
we dream in fantasy
live in an enigma
die in memory
with what cannot
be forgotten
wherever I look
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
196,
we dream in fantasy
live in an enigma
die in memory
with what cannot
be forgotten
Hawk and Miniature 157
Hawk
tilt of wing
catching drafts
swinging into the
apogee of an arc
trailing his shadow
in graceful descent
to his perch
in a moment
lost to wonder
in motion
157.
to be alone
with the words
is to know
revelation without intent
to be at one
with the words
is to be complete
in solitude
and peace
tilt of wing
catching drafts
swinging into the
apogee of an arc
trailing his shadow
in graceful descent
to his perch
in a moment
lost to wonder
in motion
157.
to be alone
with the words
is to know
revelation without intent
to be at one
with the words
is to be complete
in solitude
and peace
Miniatures 116 and 135
116.
he slowly cuts
the curl of
a line emerging
as a profile
a silhouette of
the image before him
becoming a reflection
of a shadow
135.
when you go
I reach a
a bit longer
each time before
you fade into
the dream from
whence you came
he slowly cuts
the curl of
a line emerging
as a profile
a silhouette of
the image before him
becoming a reflection
of a shadow
135.
when you go
I reach a
a bit longer
each time before
you fade into
the dream from
whence you came
Miniatures 86 and 99
86.
deepening into the
color of mist
I became the
gray of what
remained of
the day before
99.
one will be
none shall follow
not to be
again as once
it was
then gone
it remains always
one and alone
deepening into the
color of mist
I became the
gray of what
remained of
the day before
99.
one will be
none shall follow
not to be
again as once
it was
then gone
it remains always
one and alone
Pardonable Sins and Miniature 75
71.
Pardonable Sins
little purpose in
any of this
save for its
easy grace and
airless concern with
severe rectitude and
higher purpose
mock set-ups for
what comes later
75.
we break
and destroy
before we
build what
will endure
beyond the
allotted span
of frail
kind
learning hard
and slow
of how
much less
is no
more
Pardonable Sins
little purpose in
any of this
save for its
easy grace and
airless concern with
severe rectitude and
higher purpose
mock set-ups for
what comes later
75.
we break
and destroy
before we
build what
will endure
beyond the
allotted span
of frail
kind
learning hard
and slow
of how
much less
is no
more
At 70 and Miniature No. 40
At 70
equilibrium
has met its match
balancing chance
on the head of
an inverted obelisk
slinging a curve
against the pull
of deadly angularity
46.
was it
the same
last year
the birds
lingered then
lost their way
equilibrium
has met its match
balancing chance
on the head of
an inverted obelisk
slinging a curve
against the pull
of deadly angularity
46.
was it
the same
last year
the birds
lingered then
lost their way
Miniatures 234. and 241.
one is enough
to last
two goes down
too fast
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
to last
two goes down
too fast
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Here To There
to divine
the notion
of ‘what’s
here’ place
a stone
over there
draw a
line from
here to
there and
begin again
the notion
of ‘what’s
here’ place
a stone
over there
draw a
line from
here to
there and
begin again
Monday, April 18, 2011
Miniatures 227 and 228
227
The Rev.
quite to
his surprise
I was
almost his size
except for his
hat and shoes
and for these
he paid
his dues
228.
to divine
the notion
of ‘what’s
here’ place
a stone
over there
draw a
line from
here to
there and
begin again
The Rev.
quite to
his surprise
I was
almost his size
except for his
hat and shoes
and for these
he paid
his dues
228.
to divine
the notion
of ‘what’s
here’ place
a stone
over there
draw a
line from
here to
there and
begin again
Miniatures 25 and 26
25.
when you leave
I will smile
as you turn
away and go
while these words
sketch the outline
of where you were
26.
what’s
to
know
________
you
have
only
to
accept
_________
hoist
one
to
the
blind
tiller
when you leave
I will smile
as you turn
away and go
while these words
sketch the outline
of where you were
26.
what’s
to
know
________
you
have
only
to
accept
_________
hoist
one
to
the
blind
tiller
Miniatures 37 and 25
37.
complexity has found
a place to hide
simplicity gambols in
the space between
shadows of a receding sun
and I have ceased to run
with the restless winds
of persistent change
25.
when you leave
I will smile
as you turn
away and go
while these words
sketch the outline
of where you were
complexity has found
a place to hide
simplicity gambols in
the space between
shadows of a receding sun
and I have ceased to run
with the restless winds
of persistent change
25.
when you leave
I will smile
as you turn
away and go
while these words
sketch the outline
of where you were
Miniatures 94 and 48
94.
ev’ry sentence sings
when she speaks
the simplest sibilant
syllable in soft
murmurring sighs
48.
I make these signs
when you read them
they are no more
you have become
one with them
fading into the mist
ev’ry sentence sings
when she speaks
the simplest sibilant
syllable in soft
murmurring sighs
48.
I make these signs
when you read them
they are no more
you have become
one with them
fading into the mist
Miniatures 110 and 97
110.
Hummingbirds
in they swoop
down they soar
hard to ignore
up and around
in dizzying loops
they roar
here then gone
off like a dart
they tore
only to return
with a buzz
once more
97.
I yield to
the whisk of
the wind
brushing my sleeve
in shifting shadow
closing into night
Hummingbirds
in they swoop
down they soar
hard to ignore
up and around
in dizzying loops
they roar
here then gone
off like a dart
they tore
only to return
with a buzz
once more
97.
I yield to
the whisk of
the wind
brushing my sleeve
in shifting shadow
closing into night
Miniatures 125 and 118
125.
Bruckner
no matter how
hard you try
to fly your
feet remain rooted
in the soil
118.
I rake
them into a
pile pulling them
into a row with the
other golden fragments
after one last fling on wing torn
from their loft by random winds to
rest in a cluster now accumulating
faster than I can make account
in my faltering gate bearing
the sum of temporal
ventures lost in the
close of another
season
Bruckner
no matter how
hard you try
to fly your
feet remain rooted
in the soil
118.
I rake
them into a
pile pulling them
into a row with the
other golden fragments
after one last fling on wing torn
from their loft by random winds to
rest in a cluster now accumulating
faster than I can make account
in my faltering gate bearing
the sum of temporal
ventures lost in the
close of another
season
Miniatures 142 and 135
142.
between
here and
there
a nowhere
is
found by
a
some one
where
one is
no more
135.
when you go
I reach a
a bit longer
each time before
you fade into
the dream from
whence you came
between
here and
there
a nowhere
is
found by
a
some one
where
one is
no more
135.
when you go
I reach a
a bit longer
each time before
you fade into
the dream from
whence you came
Miniatures 162 and 152
162.
it’s the space
between silence that
articulates breath
152.
though we cannot touch
we are as one
you in me
and I in you
it’s the space
between silence that
articulates breath
152.
though we cannot touch
we are as one
you in me
and I in you
Miniatures 198 and 168
all will be silent
when you see it
the end has begun
as you look
you will know
when it comes
it will embrace you
as one of its own
169.
what comes is
of inevitability
what remains is
of necessity
when you see it
the end has begun
as you look
you will know
when it comes
it will embrace you
as one of its own
169.
what comes is
of inevitability
what remains is
of necessity
Miniatures 207 and 208
207
This Too Is Not Enough
we are
what was left
behind
live to be
not to
become
yet this too
is not
enough
208.
after they take
everything out
what is left
is what you
came without
This Too Is Not Enough
we are
what was left
behind
live to be
not to
become
yet this too
is not
enough
208.
after they take
everything out
what is left
is what you
came without
Miniatures 211 and 212
211.
we move
the center
is still
we yield
the core
does not
turn
212.
time is
an empty
space
waitng for
an hour
to fill
we move
the center
is still
we yield
the core
does not
turn
212.
time is
an empty
space
waitng for
an hour
to fill
Miniatures 225 and 226
225.
the more known
the less done
keep ignorance
your ally
innocence your guide
226.
Listen
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of
silence
the more known
the less done
keep ignorance
your ally
innocence your guide
226.
Listen
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of
silence
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