Best Rudiments Poems

For holding things, two arms have we -
two arms with hands with which we have been blessed.
Two only – we’ve no need of three.
Two arms to reach with or to cross beneath our chest,
and in two arms of someone special we can be caressed.

Although with...

Continue reading...

It's impossible to fly;
            and yet, you kept on trying.
Of late, a tear in your eye 
tells me you have been crying.
            ...

Continue reading...

What makes us take off,                                                     off in flight.                      ...

Continue reading...

Can you feel your wings?
Can you see them, do you even
Bother to wonder about what
They are for?

There, growing from your back,
Growing since then when
You looked up at the skies
And realised that humans
Are mere particles of dust
In a yet to be explained universe!

Why,
If Love is in...

Continue reading...

Time is exhausting…
    It lays in wait 
         to provoke you

pinches that part of you 
      that hurts most,
tears away 
       at your...

Continue reading...

From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.

With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage...

Continue reading...

 
"Every secret memory, every experience in life, and every 
thought can be written within the words of a poem."

                         ...

Continue reading...

As a grey dove, nestlings are taught
     The Basic Rudiments of Wings:
if one falls, it cannot be caught
     First, learn to fly, then how to sing.
A perfect lesson elders bring.
     A human babe,...

Continue reading...

ones lifetime pursuit 
            mind and heart are in dispute 
                     faith not absolute
...

Continue reading...

The wings of dream soar high 
to capture the rainbow rapture,
wrapped with chromatic charisma,
weave the tapestry of seraphic life 
with the hued ribbons of passion,
design the elemental latent lattice  
of self-seeking fervent syndrome 
that fails to force out fantasy haze, 
lurking behind the cloud...

Continue reading...

THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

Barely stubs,
these soul nodules, 
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis 
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium pulses, dilating miniscule veins.
The terror of change soon will cease,
bring release,
to the rudiments of wings.

February 24, 2022...

Continue reading...

An empty auditorium, echoing with the voices of those long past
Life’s stage, we the characters, parsing the script in a caricature of truth
Phantoms of a thousand different productions, acts, scenes leave the frissons of their presence
We strive, strain, stretch for the higher, brighter, better, betraying...

Continue reading...

At dawn I gazed at the kaleidoscopic canvas, 
                                    ...

Continue reading...

I loved you …

like water -
dove, swam, immersed
drowned

like breath
out, in, saturated
gasping

unseen
but essential
impalpable, yet vital

my sea -
deep, boundless, capricious
blue … terrifying

my sky -
vast, moody, dazzling
blue … and dark

you … were my
element - oxygen for my fire
breeze to kiss my cheek

a stream to
cool … and christen
the expanse...

Continue reading...

“As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That’s the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.” ~ Nikos Kazantzakis

RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

O child, your seablown hollyhocks— recall
of Kilmer’s tree. So rapidly your heart
‘tis wild, carefree.

Sweet child, your cherry cheeks are...

Continue reading...