In Fall Remember to Forget

 

With spring came the beginnings of new

For the winter’s coldness had left bereft guise-

 

While the richness of the greening eyes

Brought along a sense of summer’s skies

And memories of sentiments we once knew-

 

Fall forgives nothing and yet,  it is a bless

For the colors that will confess

That appearances are a transgress

Of skin left naked of redress-

 

Sins and pleasures left alone

Like specters against the frost’s atone.

Transposing Strings

Playing the night’s strings to the sun

All the turns were right

    Along the way towards light

Fissures marking time’s deft

Bending of temporal and celestial forms

    With a counterpointing cleft

Against the fibers of the symmetric matrix.

 

A metaphor between pure edge basics

And dark points of complex transforms

    Where closed timelike curves spin left.

 

The event expanse collapses upon its horizon.

Malala Yousufsai

 

 

 I chose to quench my thirst.

I will step up to drink from the fountain.

I grasp at freedom first

And shun away ignorance’s profane

Piercing upon all that is humane.

 

I will climb the highest cerebral mountain

To stand against impious wind’s cursed say

And when I descend to the warm fen

I will sing of a girl’s way

To find a woman named Malala Yousufsai.

The Calusa’s Breath

 

The sea moves and sways

Across the vastness - caressing the sands

Where neither footprints nor dreams shore strays

For only eternal time remains unchanging –

Yet, Mother’s hands continually change

And so... we are drawn by the calling sounds;

Held still by our vulnerability – so strange.

 

The secretive manatee seeks out the Ibis

And wonders to the curious bird,

Where the Calusa’s breath is...

 

The Ibis replies with poetic words,

“Listen... the Calusa sleep within the sea’s shells.”