Short Obelisks Poems

you will go there
one day
where i once was

in the air i will leave a trace
where the obelisks point the way
when the great shapes shift

you will arrive where i once was
and see that my shadow on the wall
has left a stain
and will know
that we are the same...

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In the stray lavender of twilight
as cactis' spindled obelisks
brush spreading lapis sky
a honeyed sun 
holds tight
to desert crags
for a last glimpse
of fulgid sage
and adobe rainbow dwellings 
sprawled in the valley.
I await the candle moon's 
flickering smile
shining in gully water
and darts of starlight
glowing in my arid dreams....

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I weave rhapsodies   |  words dance before you
     Enshrining words on paper  |  obelisks of enlightenment
       Heartbeats quicken pulse  |  hark metered rhythm
   As i map stars with my quill  |  Ursa Major could guide me
    To rendezvous with cosmos  |   perhaps map a planet ‘B’

A cleaved tank duo can be read as one poem or 2 stand-alone tankas. This was a collaboration between Yasmin Khan, and myself. Yasmin is responsible for the tanka on the left....

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In a while,
in a second
and rain is pouring down.
One expectation like an Alpine horn
and you hardly,
hardly
are alive.
With your little hollows you're listening
to the Labyrinth.
And I have no knowledge.
And I have no map.
But the long movement of moss on the skin
of obelisks.
The calm waters are unleashing into me
and the chestnuts are putting white candles on
(and the autumn is a palm).
Wings, raising
upwards and
upwards...

I'm calling you by name....

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