Long Hopeblue Poems

Rolling In Green Fields

I was reposed on green velvet 
when a notion struck,
so, I took out my tweezers
and set to task


painstakingly I separated
minute fibers of spirit,
away from itself


after examining each shimmer
as it waxed and waned,
a lifeline of ego and id
refracted from Father


I fell into conundrum 
what had I done ??


it was only when 
daffodils bloomed
and the blue heron arrived
that my tweezers
breached a void


I was astonished to find 
a vast empty cavern, 
and without its whole
the inner was,
nonexistent


I begin a new endeavor
of reconnection
for, what was once


a spirit for life


throwing a dustcover
on the typewriter,
and sheathing my pen
I have but Milli seconds 
left on this page


I detect the scent of lilies
mixed with myrrh,
I follow,
and in my wake
a white dingo steps light
as riding his back the claws 
of a blue heron relax, 
into the syncopation of journey


at each step the strips
of separation, 
refashion a new age


on the horizon Esperanza 
swirls veils of green velvet


and in the peripheral
La Mort’s shadow
curls, ever closer