Eternally, eternally all clocks unwind;
To be rewound — a life untethers to be re-bound
Old eyes forget the forewarnings wisdom teaches;
They widen to look anew where experience beseeches
Set sail into the ancient light anew—
Adrift upon a mirrored sea of stars and lulling waves,
Rocking steadily and toward an enlightened litany
Of ideas and shapes that mould us as we wake,
In loving arms and eyes that behold us
And each little breath we take,
One new timid star, shining amongst so many,
Outshine and out-reach the distant rims;
Cast an urging light for our daunted whims
Held in check by the shackled limbs,
The instilled deprecation that dims.
And let my eyes unbind, aglitter—
The horizonal-line—
Trans-destine—
And free.
An iteration—
A fantasy—
Adream midst destiny—
A new you, a new me.
The Tether of Our Souls
People who plant the great oak trees
will never live to see the wonderful,
cool shade it will provide.
You see this act is not for only oneself,
but for all, a triumphal tribute
allowing all things to survive.
These acts of kindness,
the tether of our souls,
bring the ultimate reward
to so many branches,
it is wondrous to behold.
This gift to nature and mankind
comes from an unsullied origin,
a purity that resonates
through all things that are intertwined.
Soothing the soul of the source
will linger forever,
but it's the roots, limbs and leaves,
that bind us all together.
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t
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d
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n
g
where gravel morphs into
grains of sand
his curious eyes fixed
at a raven tap-dancing
with its beak.
the raven
doesn't ask why
the afternoon sun is pale
or why the air reeks
of wet stone and exhaust;
it only wants the shine
his coat unsuitable
for the January damp
the zipper stuck halfway -
a jagged metal teeth-grin
biting at his chest
he watches the commuters pass
their faces blurred
like charcoal sketches
pelted by cloudburst
he feels the weight of
his own shadow
a dark, heavy ink
spilled across the sidewalk
tethered to his heels by
a thin line of habit
he wonders
if he's the man
or merely the space
the man occupies
a hallowed-out shape
on a crowded street
waiting for the light to change
or the ground
to finally...
speak
Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making me vote skins no clothes
leading me to lunacy's throes
I'm not going to see it through
to find where it all goes
I want to be a cave caveman
a tough rough-and-ready caveman
and do what cavemen do
and if you feel the animal urge
I'll make caveman love to you
Threads unseen, yet tightly wound,
Hearts in silence, ever bound.
Through time and space, a soulful call,
One love found, one love all.
A fleeting breath, a whispered vow—
Forever starts in the here and now.
“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle
The aurora borealis glowed above us,
Beckoning us to the stars,
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,
microgravity becomes our new reality.
stardust speckles our skin,
creating an ethereal glow.
I’m lost in your soul's windows,
diving into your solar plexus,
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.
As our lifetime dissipates,
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.
I never realized nor told you
My love has always been a lie,
Because I never wanted to tell you,
Or else you would cry.
I never wanted to hurt you,
But to be fair in love and war
You had emotionally hurt me too,
As my heart became what you tore.
I never want to be with you anymore,
Because I found what I needed,
A sense of paradise lost made my heart sore,
As I felt the seeds blooming from an old love long ago seeded.
I never want you to forget me either,
Just never try to win me back,
And never try to force me to your tether,
Just please cut me some slack.
Day ends to be eve,
And mounting come memories
Gloomy heart to grieve.
Yet, sets in when late eve’s breeze,
From tether frees tied up ease.
O thou late eve’s breeze,
What if ye come all alone
Without memories,
To let me linger till dawn
When pleasant dreams play nigh prone.
_____________________________
Tanka |04.04.2024| evening, memories, dreams
It’s a tare.
A sort of find.
She’s not there.
Yet a this is mine.
It’s an after.
For a longs to be.
She’s not weather.
For a look to see.
It’s an always.
At a door a name.
She’s not there.
For a way a frame.
It’s a languish.
A less than take.
She’s not there.
For a way to make.
It’s a wonder.
An always in a wish.
She’s not there.
For me with a kiss.
It’s a tether.
An ask for a care.
She’s not there.
In a miss to bear.
for B
Tethers
I stole upon a lusty wind
To gain the Summer sky.
A slender tail
Sustained me well
As I began to climb.
Uplifted to fantastic heights
Yet higher still I sought
But, lo, my frame
Could nothing gain
No matter how I fought.
For from below the tether bold,
A simple length of string,
Restrains my urge
And every surge
Else I would wander free.
A snap and I am reeling hard,
Convulsively I spin.
Untethered I
Am wielded by
A juggernaut of wind.
Oh would that I were tethered now,
Complicit with the breeze.
It's where I ought
To be and not
Entangled in these trees.
A crazy tether ball playing hornet
Fell on her head over the game’s rope net.
Her mamma said “What?”
She fell on her butt.
Accidentally showing her pink corset.
So deep the loss...loss
different than any of those others’.* Others
can’t help but hear my cries, cries
of help. So deep the sorrow...sorrow
keeps the lump in my heart, heart
of despair. The one I need most to hear...hear
me she never quit, until her time was up. Up,
I look for help. Down I read the tether lines, lines
upon pages in books. Books
written by varied authors. Authors —
I glean from their advice...advice
with stories of suffering, suffering
taken to the cross, nailed through feet and hands. Hands
fold. He patiently, lovingly, mercifully listens to me.
6/3/2021
*Or so it seems
When we share a passionate kiss
I feel loved and completely whole;
conjoined in both body and soul.
Love fills my heart with instant bliss,
coaxing fragile, fledgling feelings
to fly to heights without ceilings.
Believing nothing is amiss,
love caters to my trusting heart;
healing the parts, time tore apart.
My doubts are easy to dismiss
when our souls intertwine as one,
like a knot that can't be undone.
Eternal; we'll cross Death's abyss;
our souls bound tightly together
by an emotional tether.
You alone make me feel like this,
imbuing my day with a smile;
always going that extra mile.
When we share a passionate kiss,
love fills my heart with instant bliss.
Believing nothing is amiss,
my doubts are easy to dismiss.
Eternal; we'll cross Death's abyss,
you alone make me feel like this.
The setting Sun singes the edge of Earth:
dimming down, any lingering light found.
And Sol's receding rays give shadows girth,
while ebony slowly engulfs the ground.
Twilight fades, and darkness begins to creep,
silently leashed to an ebon tether.
And from the undergrowth, there's not a peep,
as Dusk stitches silhouettes together.
While the day shuts down, stars begin to show:
twinkling against a drab backdrop of black.
And tides in a cobalt sea, ebb and flow,
while Gaia welcomes a pitted moon back.
Awaiting Dawn's releasing rays of light;
shifting shadows are shackled to the night.
Take my hand and tether me
my fingers outstretched,
long and unnatural,
being pulled gently, slowly,
vibrations slowing.
Don't let my fingers slip away --
do not release my weight
or am I weightless?
Which second or millisecond
do we transform from weight to ether?
The soul knows and prepares for lift
and for loft.
I see you now, expressionless,
or crying -- maybe dying,
as I drift upward, speed increasing.
I see you and you grow smaller.
I'm flying now. Can you see me?
You are a pinpoint
much like an ink mark, superfine,
on paper that once recorded
who I was and
who you will continue to be.
Tether my memory now, dear love,
I fear I am a pinpoint too.
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