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What ever do I know?
standing by an ocean inlet,
sun off the turbulent currents,
not much. particularly about love,
I am out of practice.
nor have the knack,
a sea scorer paddles
hard and slowly past.
diving in and out
making better headway
than I am.
sun sparking off
turbulent currents
making headway.
undercurrents
Once you wished for me love devoured
in the sweet dark hours. oh how rare such
love can be
Wishes and wants.
Rarely go to form, do they?
Omission, and the sins of…
not the worst but, can still hurt.
Rarely go to form, do they,
think you tried telling me.
Not the worst but, can still hurt.
Wish you had, honestly.
Think you tried telling me
maybe friendship would’ve done.
Wish you had, honestly,
maybe that was ever all you wanted.
Maybe friendship would’ve done.
Omission, and sins of…
maybe that was ever all you wanted.
Wishes and wants
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.
As evening blues go gray,
leaving clouds in hues still amazing,
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing.
I come allowing this drama to convey
a soul beyond woes, appraising
the day’s regrets, long past chasing,
I come to the end of the day.
In search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.
Read on an old blog of mine.
after all these years,
a new note, bringing tears.
Someone wrote of a find,
asking one once in our sphere,
of an old saddle with your initials signed.
Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.
We last only as long, thus I remind,
as our memories are held clear,
time moves on past lives that once shined.
A new note, sadness, a smile, tears
after all these years.
Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day
and the first sounds are of birds stirring,
And now again is that time, simple delight
of geese wings overhead whirring,
And I listen to the many voices, duets
calling to each other, then to flocks.
In the barely brightening daybreak mists,
now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks
And, from across the marshes, comes
echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder.
And now listen to the forlorn call of one
flying in unison with another no longer.
Sun has set,
and dusk is falling
Listening, a pair of eagles
aloft, chirr-chirr-chirring
high in stilling air
Leaves hanging, twisting
in skies darkening, simple
silhouettes graying, fading
Intervening blues
Woke this day to sun-kissed mists,
sweet smell of hay drying well.
Memory evoked, near and gone
light and sharp as glass.
Grateful for all that has passed,
all the hay in lofts, al the anniversaries
thirty years long.
These the part only the heart keeps.
The moon, already on its journey across the sun,
Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,
Daylight to dusk.
And slipping into the warm waters under
Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this
Attenuated, lucent light,
Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth
As on that last day when I walked out of time,
Away from you,
Into another forever.
Missed chances to say,
As worry kept me
Small and still,
Even as soul cried out
Speak, say, love you.
Missed chances rued.
Watching evening clouds
Puff into glorious billows.
Traditions long upheld.
I watch the rainbow hues
Puff into glorious billows.
This little dog seated by me,
I watch the rainbow hues.
You would love
This little dog seated by me.
Alba, not here yet a week,
You would love
This quiet heart, mellow spirit
Alba, not here yet a week,
Traditions long upheld,
This quiet heart, mellow spirit.
Watching evening clouds.
Resting in soft late evening breezes,
a deep front rolling in overhead.
Ah, to live so close to tidal waters,
spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air.
A deep front rolling in overhead,
pattering rain near, thunder distant.
Spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air,
rhythms lulling over into sleep.
Pattering rain near, thunder distant,
turn facing the freshening winds.
Rhythms lulling over into sleep
darkening skies past sun’s bright heat.
Turn facing the freshening winds,
ah, to live so close to tidal waters.
Darkening skies past sun’s bright heat,
resting in soft late evening breezes.
Life's a will-winded symphony,
a gorgeous shining, aching chant
sweetly singing together.
Love is not delicate,
So rock it for the sweet
Gift it is.
Time waxes true through
a thousand essential moments.
Live with beauty.
