An acorn hides
Beneath a fallen leaf
A squirrel wonders
A church choir sings
A brown bear waddles
The silence of prayer
Autumnal tariffs
The hunt an endless chore
An old fox limps home
October
Shadows the game
A chill win
The naked truth
Whispers to crisp leaves
Feathers in a bird’s nest
There was never a specific moment when I knew it was over
It could have been the first time breath refused to fill my lungs
Or when my own voice first shouted vile things inside me head
Maybe it was when I reached for that blade with shaky hands not knowing I would never put it down
Or when the shouting changed from mine to those whom I love
Perhaps it was when the cold sting of steel no longer made things go quiet
But I guess the first moments aren’t really the ones that matter as in the end they all lead to my last
Leather jacket bowties swoon in summer night
Eyes alight in soft somber roman candle smiles
Running starts into sky diving the coastline in her smile
Painted sky lines of dying suns swirled in amber spread across the embers of daytime
Hanging hopes like fairy light the music of fluttered heartbeats escape into heavy blue scene
Promises, hearted eyes dot the lines where she parked on the lawn
Disguised in possibilities the words so spoken and sweet
Abstract in my thinking the way her way of human has caused me to be
Fine art on the horizon, hair that dances with no invitations for me
Holding my breath for the moment as the dream calls out
Dreamers alight and spread out like birthday candles
All breath, all heights, feet dangle toes touching stars
Floating up, swelling in protest as the downside is all up
Quieting the mind, slowing time.
With thin slices of lemon and lime
In a fat tortoise-shell glass of ice water
Put it in the sunlight for two or three
Swirl it for a bit with your favorite pinky
Watch the pulp turn into gems
Sipping a masterpiece into sweetened memory
mornings in your essence
calm zephyrs race from dawn
existence begins its first breath
the roosting night has begun its flight
i have been patiently waiting
for the light to claim its elegance
a stir becomes a promise
a face in a flutter
as eyes open, i whisper
twinkle, twinkle, little star
a wish has filled my day
brought my traveller
through the darkness
as the emerging light
exposes the smile i hold so dear
pity the poor in spirit
they have lost the magic
the devotion to moments
seek and find the enchantment
i learned this all long ago
from Pollyanna, choose happiness
miracles surround us
we just aren't paying attention
i am, the gift you are
in the first smile you wear
you can hear deep in my heart
the rooster greets day's inception
as lips meld deep within
the devotion to moments
Oregon 9/29/26
Quiet moments
stolen under
the moonlit sky.
Frogs and crickets
sing their gentle songs.
Dew kisses the lawn.
All is peaceful
in the silence
before dawn.
you have these moments i am held
dazed in your essence
when your concern catches me deep
a vividness my heart surrenders to
the slight reverse touch to your heart
apprehensions walk deep within
a countenance of a mein
a soft prayer in a breath
God stop this
the soft plea only a woman possesses
that carries the dire warning
there are the unforgiven
pariahs who never return
this is one jewel in a chest
i keep in my heart from other moments
such as you looking up
lost in your garden, hands in dirt
upon knees, wiping a moist brow
asking, would you get me some iced tea
alas, the fate of a man who only drinks coffee
a man whose only wish when crossing the veil
accompanied by a chest of jewels
Oregon 9/26/26
Love is the building of moments; making each one unique.
Love I am here, like the feeling of air; unseen but near.
Love you pulled me into your arms, now I feel you with just a thought in my mind.
Love you are like the rain, you wash away the old and make me feel new and refreshed.
Love you are like the sunrise, you make the day feel alive, you fill me with your warmth and love with just your smile.
Love you are like butter on my toast, you make me feel sweet and crisp and delightful each morning.
Love you are like a brisk walk, you make me feel like moving and getting all my thoughts on track.
Love you today and always, my love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
ARRESTED MOMENTS
foreshadowing
visual
unambiguous
noisy
narrative
symbols
repeatedly
referenced
precipitating
portents
involved
&
valorising
Inventive
&stressful
implications
by design
anticipation
&the
inspirational
distinguish
formation
begin
&supposedly
remain
a prosaic
&
mirrored
moment
Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhythmical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
Shared atmosphere vapor trails in blank stares across a room so crowdedly desolate.
Always there, always filthy. Slideshows flicker like the magnavox eyes shuffle lid to lid, moment to moment as time fleets like dust shimmering in my heart. Always filthy.
Brought out of the infectiously swollen cardiac arrest, through the waters, so thick drowning with due care. Peeled back potential baking like hot glue amongst the weight of glory that was never there.
Love against the glass ceiling swimming above while the sharks swim below. Sinking into the black and blue that ensues carbonated lungs scream alone in the waves below a somber rock a bye into the phonetics, into the pride less afternoons wasted in silence.
Alone in the drink as all the hands let go awaiting always filthy waiting to sink out of mind and out of sight.
The grass is so green,
so very very green,
the trees with the shadows
are glowing.
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
those mountains so high,
so very very high,
the glaciers as they flow
are singing.
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
the Sun and the moon,
night morning and noon,
with the beautiful stars
are shining
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
memories and thoughts,
of love and sweethearts,
the many in my life,
I would be missing,
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
the rights and wrongs,
learnt through prayers and songs,
that many after me
will still be learning,
……
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
modifications
to a failing vacation
~ are not impatience
Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
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