Reaching into the
public conscience
words are tokened free
Blowing fresh holes
through blind indenture
light for all to see
Reaching into the
common ledger …
its double-entry fate
Paying the debt
on tomorrow’s maelstrom
—seeking heaven’s gate
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Categories:
tokened, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Moon's calming sands are migrating.
Sliding transitions that are captivating.
Polls in the north and south are vibrating.
The Universe's powerful spin chanting.
The magnetic pools are of gravity reflecting.
Torus-like helices with profound gyrating.
Souls that are intertwined and floating.
Paused under your breath, yet still doting.
Twilight sky is beckoning me to claim flight.
My body can't fly, but my spirit can be bright.
I stirred the pot of boiling beans of blight
As nothing ever went as planned, I sighed.
Waged with the spoon, and tasted a bite.
Laughing then laid a kiss on my head site.
We often find time to be a frozen light.
Where words are as warm as wool knit.
Written: December 11, 2022
Categories:
tokened, analogy, appreciation, inspirational, meaningful,
Form: Monorhyme
I’ve come upon a jewel.
This rare, indelible thing,
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
It came upon a midnight June
While asleep, while in a dream.
Wish I could forget it now,
The many facets of that jewel.
Facets carved from unholy men,
Then placed upon a heathen ring.
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
As I beheld this ringed jewel,
Tokened by another man,
I praised its beauty,
As I kissed his conniving hand.
But little did he notice,
That as I kissed his thieving hand,
I stole back the beautiful ring!
And the ring was mine! Ha-ha!
But the jewel did not shine.
I could not keep it alive.
“I never meant to be a jewel,”
It cried every night.
So, I did what I had to.
I walked to the lake and tossed it in.
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
Categories:
tokened, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme