The river holds within it
a channel for bygone moments,
as if all that was
will be its movement
into tomorrow.
Below the darkest sheen
an ancient starlight glows, and there,
long drowned ghosts dream.
Under a slow flow the moon swims up
to gaze upon its pallid face,
where far above it glimmers.
I feel the tendinous silt of my life,
see my coming and going,
apprehend my shifting shores,
in the long nights tumbling flood.
Categories:
tendinous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The river holds within it
a bygone starlight,
as if all that was
will be its movement
into tomorrow.
By that ancient glow
long drowned ghosts dream.
I also imagine those dreams travelling
inside my own alien rivering.
The river is a dreamscape.
I saw its mesmeric trance once,
saw it beneath the shadow of Kentucky
where the ripple of a swimming moon
fetched up on chalky reeds.
There beneath a night-shine
its movement seeped deep
into the tendinous silt of my living.
I saw my coming and going
in nights tumbling flood.
Ohio river:
you sky smeared freshet
of soft filtering meadows;
on your muddy gleams
let me pass on by -
star riddled.
Categories:
tendinous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
As light comes through the window
And I think who's near me,
Not just those with whom I flow,
But them I now rarely see.
The incense makes a tendinous creature
That's invited in as teacher,
And with a fragrance for the senses tone
It opens up a place unknown.
A guide appears upon the inside,
Stocked with memories full from ages
Off we go on paths tried,
But not by these few pages,
For still they stand
Waiting call,
Passing on hand in hand,
Causing not much stall.
For soon comes words off somewhere else
To blend with those from in,
Expanding on the new found self
To enhance the findin',
Meanings fold-over and lap
To give difference a view,
Then the chance becomes, may-hap,
One or more than two.
Categories:
tendinous, life,
Form: Rhyme