Murmurations

Mother has her ways

Choreographing chaos

With astounding correlations;

Sending the mind into a maze

And the eye into awe

By turning and swaying her world

Into in-spiraling murmurations.

Road to Absolution

The long concrete road touches each horizon

But feigns promises of nowhere to wander.

 

A vague background darkened with blood red taints;

An obtrusive foreground cast deserted panoramic faints.

Witnessed by straight line of finished timber;

Connected by cables without limber.

 

Only the past understands the reasons

For days; years of the anguished forest seasons.

While the future - waits in musing; cackling;

Knowing that the quest carries her shackling -

 

For she may run the highway to resolution...

Where she stops - may have no absolution.

The Doors of Blake

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.

Kaleidoscopes and Carousels

The days fall away to a fading horizon
And with each one a slight pause
To remember a special something...
Or someplace I once knew...
Or someone’s touch...

Given how time is now elapsing
Towards a certain unknown
The mind evolves
And revolves
Around memories that won’t hold.

The nights linger in a silence
That wants to stay
To keep sleep forever in a dream
Of kaleidoscopes and carousels -
Parts and bits in circles of a long life.

Sense of Balance

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.

Sentry of the Woods

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.

Art

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.

A Blind Date

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.

Time Lost

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.

Reason for a Season

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.

Crosswords

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!

Twisted in Steel

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.