The path’s marriage joined at the doorway
Where the past arrives carrying heavy
Quilted bags
While the future holds reservation
Standing stark naked.
The enormous wooden door hangs
On three brass hinges that are unlike.
Yet, serve the same motion -
Close to open; open to close
An infinite conundrum.
The delicate frame surrounds the door
But cannot contain it.
Nor refrain any shadow that may appear
Whether wearing white silks of promise
Or the black shrouds of regret.
Strain connects reason to pain
Like wet rope-strands twists tight a
noose.
The essence of thought breaks with presence
And calm flies out into the raging fire.
Madness evolves into mazes of darkness
While little lambs cry awake the silence.
Nightfall cascades unto the blessed light
Returning the chaos to a sense of balance
Like white dove’s wings caressing the blue sky.
Twists and turns feign circles
As lines that struggle upon me
To cover beyond the Northwoods
‘Neath the canopied aura of old vines
Where the fallen trees mirror soldiers
Who once stood there
Where reflections there imbue
The brightness of all that was once good.
Then light shall wrest hold of what must pursue
And lead all beyond to gather in the open fields.
The timeless sentry knows those who are true.
Births and deaths are such sanguinary
events
Lest all matter of being becomes
imaginary convents
Where artist must delve inside the wombs
of invents
Thus, allow creative reason and existence - just covenants.
The lists are set - all calls are made.
Boxes sealed, tagged with a name;
I’d rather not go just the same.
Time has moved on - I am afraid.
So, it seems I must follow my fate
Along this road - I’ve never traveled.
To a destiny with a blind date.
Gathering memories lest they unravel
‘for I find where love - has strayed.
The playground swings sit in stillness
The carousel once merry, keeps sadness-
A home of turmoil is empty now;
Windows shut with a broken vow.
Days and nights drowned in pain
Months ramble on into years of insane
Running the lone road to nowhere;
Restless stops to howl at the cold air.
The Aztec hunter flies out of the sun
And falls from grace as the lost son.
Seeking time lost in forgotten dreams
While keeping silence - in screams.
There’s a crisp bite in the night air
That steels the blood into a force
And energizes the will to harvest
The fields of hope and bounty.
Warm autumn tones paint the county
As brother wolf calls to protest
The sun’s heavy southerly course
As day and night exchange the light’s
fare.
A sullen horizon waits in cold stare
Bidding for winter’s white horse.
While the hare and bear lay abreast
In the cave of sleep and downy.
Upon a scale of squares held on clue
Verticals and horizontals have a point
Lest one knows Poe’s Morgue Rue
That connects words at the T-joint
And name of Aussie bird at box thirty
Jabiru; Galah; Ostrich; – Emu?
Wait - don’t erase - it’ll get dirty!
Work and fill in all words to bid adieu!
The ships were taken by hatred’s steal;
By the hearts and souls bred in insanity
And focused on a suicidal date with
destiny -
From the blue skies came two birds of
steel.
Dawn’s wish held that each life rises to
the top
And when dusk came; all had taken fall.
They came when fear ran; they did not
stop.
The forces that fight fire stood tall.
Life and matter lay together in twisted
fate.
A nation stood still in silent disbelief
While angel’s wings shielded from singe
of hate
The day steel towers fell in a totality
of grief.
The sacred ground lay wounded and still
With pillars of lights peering through
the night
Standing beams in heighten stance of will
For freedom needs each to be her light.
