Poetry
Into Comfort
2021-3-10
Acquiesce to delight,
to each fleeting moment;
in acclimation,
fall not apart,
but passionately
into comfort.
Together In Need
2021-2-18
lonesome freckle
naked night sky
angel beheld
powerless to pride
generous hands
walled all around
Boreal cheeks
liberty-bound
Olive Tree of Vouves
2020-12-24
We all,
inexorably bound,
cannot remain forever as we are,
lest we wilt in harvest.
Atonement in Equity
2020-7-10
The wielder of greatest power,
in any given relationship,
is always most self-starved for forgiveness;
for, by power's very nature,
a grip on its greater portion
controls both its disparity
and the path to atonement in equity.
You Don't Choose the Message of Your Actions
2020-6-13
When the form you wear
embodies not the shape of your heart
but rather a pattern of harm,
then strip it from you
- let it burn away;
but,
should you hold that emblem close,
you'll find you bear it
in just and inevitable shame.
Threshold to Intimacy
2020-1-14
When you speak my name,
do you breathe who I am?
How long I have ached,
down my road of years;
Can your lips move the same,
as delight in my hands?
when my heart doth quake,
who regards my fears?
Transcendent Song
2019-9-25
Sing to me through broken teeth,
with limbs as shattered as younger hearts.
Sing in littered, filthy back alleys
or from a face unknown to me.
Sing to me your beauties been,
through every torture you've endured.
Sing me out across your sea;
your song is most what raptures me.
Sing to me in perfect notes,
or soundless warnings of all your fears.
sing of intentions more thought than decree,
and still you'll find a listening me.
Understanding Autumn
2019-9-21
Ol' Midday Sun,
my own reliable glow,
strains more each morrow
to rise from bed
- lone, beyond the horizon.
In shifting time,
we gleam upon common ground;
a first-dawn fervor
for great unknowns
- joined, gleaning fickle longings.
Our radiant beams,
assumed naturally fixed,
discovered nurtured
to wax and wane
- free, plastic since genesis.
Oh Midnight Moon,
your faint, ethereal shimmer,
transfix your passion
not chore-of-night
- craved, amidst eager study.
Intimate Recital
2019-7-26
You, Silence,
who draws my affection
in;
in your moments of hush,
I am my own,
clattering composer.
When you speak into another's darkness,
it's best your lungs be drowned in light,
and that both respire where the air is clear.
Scribbling,
note by note,
I devise each chord;
it is mine,
and my being,
this modern opus.
If freedom is authorship of tones,
and connection is an intimate recital,
then Love, we are our only refrain.
You, Sweet Voice,
now clear in certain reprise
here;
by my every lone thought,
this hymn is me,
played like it's yours.
Attachment
2019-5-6
Winter hath made me forget you;
those who would'st not weather the storm,
nor act upon,
nor chase,
the hope for warmth.
In Spring, though,
I keep welcome to your face again;
as am I when ye follow not my feet,
thou art invited in all my seasons.
For the sun of summer,
we are united in joy;
yearning neither for what was,
nor lost in what will be.
And in fall,
when my path veers treacherous again;
I may always be found,
ready for embrace,
though ye may find me unreachable.