F O R G E S

July 9, 2020

flame

 

There ought better be a beacon

On a pacific coast cliff could be

Where hope’s light works with sea horn

Where here a night light works without warning

It forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

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There can be a candle

in a window with enough heat

to fire the hearth

to light one lone solitary stone room

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”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

C a l m i n g

April 27, 2020

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With  one  voice,  an’ all,
I will  be awed, lung-filled moved.
Near,  imagined soul.

These  hypotheses
Move to proofs. I’ll be stormy,
Soon,  halcyon days.

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for sunni

 

 

Discerning the meaning of

This lantern, in a dream,

You carried  while leading & lighting our way

All the way in to .. until the still pond.

This can be a simple one,

That torch is a symbol;

We Hope now  for  magic!

we might resign to/ yr kind light  on our plight.

O’  We just might  go  plea.

We could just go down as, at least,

Pleaing

For our freeing  Might

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BABY CASK

December 30, 2019

 

It could be a baby cask of Chianti
With Leo Da Vinci
On the label like it took from a notebook
Curiosity sought the imagery
My thirst might evoke.

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It could be a baby cask upon a piano
Stark like one candle in one window
Not a word about the new chords
Almost heard in the darknesses,
A solemn oath, (I guess)
Not a word about the new chords.

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CASK

OLD FACADES

December 26, 2019

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West, we rode & wrested away from…save the olde facades of Savannah.

When in Jesus-sodden Southern Georgia

Some sign solemn  told me “try him”,

I ran & ran that mantra by

& waited ’till my lips straightened.

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Here, I take my sweet (& dear, fleeting) time

Rake up raw data…

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I’m readyish I guess for you to take my order

TO BE SAFE

December 24, 2019

card

Once intimate names you were taught to whisper before sleep,

Prayers, Spiritually assisting the adults in yr family

To be safe,

They’ve now too, lived through to be distant relations.

Except when you & Unicef-cards wave to them Xmasses

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Now, when this faraway family of this one naysayer

Finally writes to him,

I don’t doubt it’s not without

Very late night kind innocent prayer

CRUMBLED SOME

December 7, 2019

It’s more than a coincidence
That “pillow” rhymes/w “shadow”.
If I had to,
& the sense to know how,
I’d set the darkest dreams aside.
If I lied some, & thought those things
As tied up,
I’d fake it some, I’d hope some
For a wide enough merciful break,
& loosening rope,
& in this broken cup
I hold my spirits up.

“Very little grows on jagged rock/Be grounded/Be crumbled/So wildflowers will come up” -Rumi

cupstone

SOMETHING GRACEFUL

November 9, 2019

 

shoes

 

Steady still intent
Instilling something graceful
I’ll force, offer up

 

Some strong move/ Something Nureyev

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for Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber

MUST-SEE PAPERWORK

October 25, 2019

 

“I turn to my computer, like a friend”  Kate Bush, from “Deeper Understanding”

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Could be true

They’re construed & constructed there

The stars are constant

(They aren’t?)/

As is my  Immediacy with…

(My muse & I, we meddle with…)

Must-See

Paperwork/

Mystical Mythi calcal culOhYouUs/

Free-Spill  Vessel-Fill/

My established ways/

To Ecstatic blushes/

Made Flesh   my committed  cumuniques

T R A N C E

August 9, 2019

For you, I send strength,

Forbearance, and the trance of strength.

We’ll strive, well into our lives.

We’re aching…one more hour of strength.

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All the while, we’re ailing.

We’re back some, after each skirmish,

Some steps further from the endgame of the solace

From  embraces  within  darknesses.

As serviceman march, returning to a homeland,

All yearning…safe embraces in their homeland.

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For us, I accept strength,

Forbearance, and the trance of strength.

We’ll strive, well into our lives, together.

We’re asking…one more day of strength.

We plea..one more day of strength.