Being

When being is not fully understood -

 

The prairie fields leading to the threshold-

A place where mysterious woods

of menacing darks and alluring lights

draw inexorably; incomprehensively

the questions that pursue response

like a mountain lion stalking a rabbit.

 

Tall sallowish grasses flail back and forth

silently bending and recoiling against the zero

as February’s winds dash across the whiten landscape

a brigade of death and destruction-

while the long shadows foretell the coming of night

soon – very near, suffering’s run shall be at end.

 

Now, when the moment captures the place

and stills time to a static picture

the rabbit shall cease the lion’s will

by acquiescing to pain without resistance

Thereby negating the jaw’s temerity-

Thus, the rabbit’s blood becoming the lion’s being.

 

 

 A presence can be felt ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fields of Summer

As fields of summer lie still

the long shadows cast about

the prosaic ground suggesting poetic doubt

In reference points of our lost play

As the hands of winter grip the day

I embrace the cold unto a warm will

Within Absence

When things change

and the familiar is no longer there

will that be called a transformation

Or will it merely be strange

to fall and fall without care

and without fear of reformation

Within this absence

 lies the reason

that the north wind

seems colder these days

Awaiting a presence

a moment of spring to season

and a heart’s longing to spin

when the warmth in your eyes plays

Surviving Night Being Morning

Why is there always doubt...

The freezing air holds none

When it assumes the heat

From the skin’s touch

The cold river consumes the air

When depth embraces breath’s finality

Asking, was there any overwhelming misgiving

The long road neither leads nor follows anywhere

It simply is there  - without incertitude

So explain - why does it ever end

The gun sight view marks it victim

And, if no hesitancy – there lies a cross

Stained with a commitment to kill

The eyes become blank

As the mind evanishes unto a darkness

That holds infinite certainty

Oh Morning, blue earth!

Have you no promise or doubt

To offer before the night takes commitment

Why is there always doubt...

Joe Cool and Doll

Hey Joe Cool

Wanna shoot some pool

For you Doll any time

What you got in mind

Clearing the table is my game

Em is the name

II

The mainsail has lost its promise

While the mizzen flounders about the mast

As the helm’s pointing is in miscast

By the eyes that are withdrawing into a blank

The mutinous mind betrays a captain’s rank

Subduing judgment to feign an ancillary

Position of  uncertain auxiliary

Voice with mutterings that confound and confuse

Words –  He was once an intelligent and sentimental muse

With books and writings that described

The possibilities; the probabilities that ascribed

A poetic destiny – now, they have become a prison

How strange that he no longer calls nor listens

As the air and the seas share a calmness

That pervades deep into the ship’s bilge with a stillness

A oneness; a singularity; a beautiful blackness

What is a lifetime but measured darkness

Interrupted by the specs of light

Between each passing day and night 

Until time claims its final fare.

Watching Me Leave

Watching Me Leave

Is the watchman watching

As the tall ship slips

Below horizon’s  blurring lips

And beyond lines of reason

Is he party to this treason

When the moment blinks;

Missing time that sways and slinks

Away between the ocean’s waves

Is the silence that raves

With such menacing fears

The sound that shreds and shears

Away at his sentiment and his sense

Is the captain’s tense

Still known – is it present

Or has it fallen in descent

Where he is now ready to remember

Because the seas of late November

Are cold ‘n tormenting

And winter’s hands are unrelenting ...

Asks the captain, “is anyone watching me leave”

When Conqueror is Conquered

an invincible force came

to conquer winter’s place

alas, would never leave

only to remain

with frozen face

nevermore to breathe