for reawakening daze
for purpose and time
I lack what I cannot find
light gazers bottled my intent
waves blended in shrines
for jumping and screams
for rediscovery
He has yet to pin
short comings and long walks
combining my flowers
for another day
for another breath
each day is just another
all just like the rest
Categories:
reawakening, adventure, anxiety, day, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
The waxing sun of April shines
Where once the woods of winter pined;
Now trilliums and columbines
Exult; where snow once lay, now find
Sweet-scented honeysuckle twined.
Where rime ran rife, where cold was keen,
Unfurling ferns of freshest green
Now burst beneath the budding trees,
And fragrant flowers of eglantine
Are bending in the brimming breeze.
Categories:
reawakening, april, earth, flower, growth,
Form: Dizain
Lost,
in what is still to be forgotten,
—reawakening again
(Crazy Horse/On The Bike: 7:40 p.m. Yellowstone, June 17th, 1991)
Categories:
reawakening, lost,
Form: Free verse
Methods...
Of movement.
The flailngs of my mind.
Seen long ago,
And again...
I'm a contradiction of seasons.
A cycling paradox.
Categories:
reawakening, creation,
Form: Free verse