There’s poetry
in everything
the essence
and the form
As words set free
what time deceives
and hides within
the norm
A verse unsaid
awaits intent
to fill
the idle hours
Where hope endows
the moment proud
to dance
— among the flowers
(The New Room: September, 2026)
gold leaves linger low,
purple drifting from the branch~
soft warmth in the air.
the tree keeps its quiet grace,
letting stillness paint the day.
I have come to realize that every moment of my life
Has been solely about meeting and falling in love with you.
That has been my life’s purpose and I didn’t know it til now.
blue stood in the quiet like a shard of clarity,
thin as breath on glass,
catching the day in its single, lucid edge
A moment in time
A moment unlike this
A moment so sublime
A moment of bliss
A moment of shock
A moment of disblief
A moment to take stock
A moment though breif
A moment of thought
A moment of clarity
A moment cut short
A moment in history
A moment to adjust
A moment if one
A moment for us
A moment now gone
Written febuary 2025 following on the pattern of poems time,love,thoughts,others in tbis pattern from 2012 was in moment when wrote snap shot moments ....
two geese wait,
pond holding its stillness~
season turns, softly calling.
grass stirs with what’s coming next.
on a nearby bench,
screens glow faintly;
the moment passes on.
There is a flow that tempts the beat to expand beyond the tempo of social endeavors.
I taste the sweet sweat of the dance that beads into my mouth like nectar of magick coursing through me to become more fluid.
Stretching out beyond the ether like a current swirling, swelling, and then motioning me deeper into bliss that vibrates in space time
Time that dissolves into synchronicity with movement of the dance
A dance of ecstasy watching her move and knowing that the moment is never ending, yet hinges on its own conclusion that most certainly must come.
Shoulders smoothly rocking, hips swaying, and eyes too demure to let words encase them with their limits.
This is the treasure of life being lived.
This is the worth of being.
It comes like a slip in the day~
a blue stillness,
a pause I didn’t ask for
but must walk through.
The operating room is bright,
too bright,
as if the world has been pared
to its cleanest edge.
A feather rests on the tray~
not real, but the thought of one:
light,
soft,
bound to air
the way I am bound
to this hour.
Memory stirs~
the half-dream drift
of all I’ve lived through,
all I’ve held,
all I’ve let fall.
Peace is not loud here.
It is a small pulse
in my wrist,
a breath that says
I am still
in the world,
even now,
even in this
unexpected place.
And when I wake,
the light has changed.
The day has moved on.
But something in me
has learned
the quiet art
of returning.
As I sit here in the dark,
the definition of life crosses my mind.
What if it were imaginary?
A memory of someone else's time,
As I contemplate the idea
That there would be no me without you
Sends a void space to the corners of my eyes.
Now the darkness that I didn't see
Becomes a light in my mind.
I saw him passing by
a picture of sea and lazy sun
our eyes met in passion
but that was many yesterdays ago
and I never even learned his name
A room, stilled in silent contrition, steeped in repentance.
Freshly dressed Roses at tables end.
Flowers die too; he confesses!
No more will he discern her voice
nor caress the gentle source of her existence.
Slumbered back against the cathedra he
decries the mellow cherub of the cardinal
perched aside his window.
A message?
As he dreams a tormented reflection of his past,
a tear pearls gently down as memories play
Silently in his pain.
He repines only now that; " if only he had been a better man". Hoping in chance that she may forgive.
Cease this pain to not sustain beyond his wish for a moments exchange!
His dream delayed. For his bride of many a year appears, waking him from his mare. In somber refrain he delights. Its you my love!
Never waste a moment to tell her.
All words
despite their
intention ...
the silence reborn
All wishes
real and
imagined
in hope they are formed
All time
eclipsed in the
moment
forever refrains
All paths
regardless
of waypoint
— lead back to the grave
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
She walked into a blur of fantasy.
She seemed to glide on a cloud.
The world seemed to freeze a minute.
Time itself caught off guard.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
It keeps on going as according to some plan
Till all the burning questions turn to embers
Days drag on by like endless caravans
I’ve heard my name is on the list of members
I’ve tried some fortune, like the others do
My income couldn’t cover all expenses
Required paperwork got me subdued
So little privacy was left for recompenses
The time I spent was my invisible co-writer
Of what I meant to say, and what I missed
The evening sun just for a moment burns bit brighter
No mystery unfolds, we've seen all this..
This Moment
Silence echoes a hum: listening for a whisper in static.
That rests away beyond the mountain path, at waterfalls,
Edge. While moving back and forth, in a loss for a listener.
Muteness then becomes obscure.
On the shore that was silent;
As silence in sounds now echoed, but only felt.
Softly in the atmosphere.
Became more curious while anticipating even the faintest
White noise. In search of a hidden cove.
Dotting between places unusually.
In that moment, imagine, imagine!
If you could?
Simulated realms appear between sounds and air.
Inner motion, it's like kissing someone else, or what remains.
Memories of those soundscapes while embracing a new soundscape.
To this moment, it's quiet.
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