Falling Spaces

Autumn's configurations 

    Fall; settling delineations 

Between relative surfaces

    And the edges of sentiment.

The Old Man

I live and I will not

I grow and I spread

I extend and I break

I give and I take

I connect and I fall

I know and I learn

I branch and I reach

I exist while I die

I am ancient and I am new

I live and I decay

I am ground and I am sky.

I live and I will not.

Photo courtesy of Cori Bush

Mass

 

Mass

A small mass of urgency perches upon the shore

The sea’s closeness seems a polite respite

To the darkening pink of the rugged verdure

That holds before the forest’s stygian lore.

A hinted sense of wariness whispers: Hear-

My gentility! A danger tinder’s for mass in prayer.

A call from below the ledge sounds,

“What see thee; what damn is here?”

Came one – came another and soon a cast

Gathered, one by one, to gather many stones

To climb up the granite wall’s face to the ledge

Each ascender building steps – a rising mast!

And the saviors spread across the width and length of the rise

Gaining, gaining - each anchor forms another step

Higher and higher toward the glowing radiance above

Where peril’s entreaties agonize.

And still the masses flow; rank and file to address the defile.

The desecration of fawn and fauna by lapping tongues

That intend absolution by conflagration;

Isle of Innocence consumed in radiant fires; a mass trial.

And what of the forest; the granite wall, the humanity?

Shall there be unreadable devastation; all lore decimated,

Rendered into the flame’s hues of autumnal brilliance.

Amass the scapes; Amass the souls to find reason for infinity.

For there is no umbrage found in the summon of eternity.

Contradiction of Sense

The senses will bring you who you are - in trust.

Believe to understand; so to question; so to reject -

when does the sense - sense.

Danger

Danger does not enter with red banners

nor announce its coming with loud thunders;

instead, it eases in like a fog

and silently imposes it threats...

Vincent's Room

When a mind seeks an equilibrium with the heart -

And madness accepts no rudder to pass beyond

It's own distortions. The scene evolves, and devolves.

Into Vincent's immersive room,

In a room of madness

The sanctity is peace

- in time.

 

Traps

Trap fate; trap choice - 

    the sea of late; 

drinks poise

and eats love's dates.

The waves obey no laws;

soon ye must find ye cause.

    Why -  hath ye a pause?

Soulmate

In the firepit where

the flames dance near

where connections weld

existence

they are not the wood;

they are not the heat;

they are not the light - 

they are the flame in the fire -

they are the soul.

Cary Crossing

                                

                               the universe station

traverses the emptiness

all travelers wait the crossing

immortality -

                              And the night was lovely

the pathway there clear -

I have miles to go

before sleep's mortality.

Connections

        

While we do need to provide sanctuary to all people

whenever or where ever a harbor is needed

from the torments of storms– 

poetry itself cannot, must not remain sheltered

safe - couched from life. 

    Poetry must face the wilderness, 

must set upon the open seas, 

must live in the wilderness of chance

and open so to experience the fervor of the flames;

the ardor for hunger -

at its rawest and deepest rigor.

    thus, the thoughts and words of poetry may reveal

our human connections. 

Fires and Sparrows

     

    Why did the sparrow alight

Upon this aztec's light?

    There must be a garden's might

Tellin' the wild fire's evil bright.

Listen Silence

When you find my silence

At odds with your sense

Then, you must keep promise

That when our whispers remiss -

Whence, the ancient swallows,

Perched upon the breast's hallows,

Of Capistrano,

I will answer: as the isle of calvillo

and the silence

will tell sense.