I've traipsed down a cobble of your path.
If you're ever lost, forgotten or misstep
I'll surely spruce up a room for you.
It'll be on the mundane -humble side
but safe-warm and welcoming
like in a child's sunlit dream.
I can cloak the well-worn floor
with a pattern of your choice.
There'll be no rent (of judgement).
Only a gray shoulder to stain
with the colors of your
desperation and heaviness.
We'll whisper of the misty past
untangle the present and its jaggedness
pan the gold from the slag of tomorrow.
I'll gently lay a patch upon
that blue chip in your heart
for I love you immensely
you can stay forever if you wish
dear heart
Categories:
jaggedness, love,
Form: Free verse
Life is trailblazing the sail across the horizon.
N'er knowing the day nor what it will be comprisin'.
The pendulum of motion, soul's compass providing the way.
A theater of kaleidoscope projections, their masterpiece array.
The calmness in the hush of a stream's lullabye from jaggedness it raise.
Heaven's murial, the Meadowlark's song trumpeting its praise.
The mirage of distant silhouettes, a forever echoing of the skies.
Hypnotized by the breath of the stars, their power to mesmerize.
Categories:
jaggedness, beauty, imagery, places, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Jagged leaves of jagged plants,
Jagged journeys of small ants;
Justice-like jagged daggers,
Jawbone jerking joke-braggers...
Jaggedness has its greatness,
Uniqueness; concatenates;
Jagged paths possess puzzles,
Frail fizzles, frizzles, dazzles...
Uniquely jagged seem plans,
Midwifery lacking birth-pangs;
Jagged routs in wild forests,
Leave humans endless tourists...
Jagged truths piercing bluntly,
Have fullness abundantly;
If straight looks can glimpse forward,
Jagged looks can glare inward...
21 March 2022
Categories:
jaggedness, journey, joy, judgement,
Form: Jueju
Seeking out the sanctuaries
till jaggedness wears; blunt
only tumbles harder, to boo
nightmarish: it knocks keen
etching, grooves which rake…
Fleeing sleep, a roused huff
real, wheels in its silent war;
engages a caged subterfuge:
Eloquent is a pebbled stone!
(8/15/2020: Inspira: Sanctuary contest & ‘04 Eliminator 30 Daytona, Davis)
Stone Free Footnotes:
Should I heed the unconscious, or toss?
Throw it back to its recess of non-exist
Obscure it and blank out an angry emo
Not turned, the stone sinks in a cavern
Eventually it buries so deep and I, free…
Free…; till a flooding dream flashes grief
Released, it streams in polish, smoother
Eely slippery it slithers easily to the fore
Emerging, it shines in its dark: do I flee?
Categories:
jaggedness, art,
Form: Free verse