Boot weather

She breathed in, and then out again,
air
colder than the dark afternoon
as if
death had already seized her limp
soul
Staring into the gray blue autumn
sky
watching the still clouds frozen
as if
the very last moment before the ice age came
to freeze
Remnants of life and love and hope
in
the pictures scratched by the bare, stark
twigs
that cling listlessly to yellow threads of
life
Lingering in the cold, all alone again til her
breath
shatters the stillness of death's frozen
scene when
she dreams of sleep's blanket, to awaken one
day
the new life, the warmth, and promise of
spring

Before it was a river
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain

Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate

Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, not our right

Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, Bliss

Her little fancies

How honest, the obsession of an addict

Floating
through the streets
wearing nothing
but her face

She plays no games no more with you

You are the jagged edge
that tears flesh from its soul
leaving her soul
free to bleed

There is nothing left, save elegance

Traipsing through her vague spirit
there is no way to win or lose
there is only this;
her scars from your wounds

Which her tears kiss quickly as they fall


There have been a handful of times now that I have not understood what "I" have written until I read it again at another time. That's when the real editing starts-when I realize that I have not actually captured the essence of what I meant to say.

I'm a process.  I'm done thinking about inefficiencies, insufficiencies, or incompatibilities. Life is hard enough as it is. These imaginary deficiencies just make everything harder.

I spoke earlier today that I am a poet. Suddenly I was. We can deem ourselves whatever be our great desires. And then we are. If I speak that the ocean soothes me, it does. If I tell you that I love you, then you are love to me. If we crown ourselves kings of the night, then burn the night like comets, then we are stars.

Thank you for listening to my little fancy. I am your devoted friend. I am. ;)