Dedicated to Stuart A. Staples
I want to break someone's little finger
In three places
Give me strings on a hollow wooden body
Crumpled suits and apprehension
The warbler, the jongleur
The slur, the trill, the quaver
I can only serenade in that way
Without drop z tuning
Barmonies and mashed taters
Send in the French horn
Alone in the living room
The air conditioner remote
Engrossed and enthralled in the music
The dog watching me
At nowhere’s edge they searched the warm tender horizon
Knew it would always be there and turned back their gaze
Rain bowed in radiant sun light under a moon’s silent watch
Their river flowed in rapid cascades and still reservoir’s tiding
And they gathered infinite love and climbed falling waters
Floated on compassion and showered nascent togetherness
Their boundless souls moved sorrows and ice crusted pain
Yet the thaw delivered safe passage and unperturbed joy
Gathering drift wood and kindness they bobbed up an down
Breathless at times from moving the raft to a delta of passion
They shed their clothes and draped sails to promised oceans
Never forgot to give serene thanks to their heavenly fortune
When night settled they cuddled a fire on beaches’s embrace
Nourished and sated desire to the sound of flickering ember
Adorned a mangrove of salvation with gratitude and spells
Caressed salty skin as well as dew drops in unequivocal hope
That stars and comets would give them blessing and compass
When dawn called for renewal they kissed and started again
14th February 2020
A glimmer of light
A path so bright
A beautiful light
In space and time
The darkness finds
Such a glimmering sight
Such a voice, such a choice
A blast so slight
A righteousness sparkle spectacular flash
Exploding imploding out
A ray of hope through the darkness
Expanding commanding a
Travelling light
.
09/26/17
TRAVELLING LIGHT
My mind travels light,
runs rapid, flies fast,
trying telepathy,
succeeds on rare occasion.
Brain bears burden
monitoring hundreds of mental abilities,
sends wish to travel light,
sometime success to access
most times failure to admit
Souls can communicate
on sudden happenings
interacting astonishingly
traveling light, enlightening one another.
09/25/17
When I arrived, I came empty handed,
before I knew about things to own.
And slowly I learned about possessions,
some that matter and some that don't.
Those that carry heavy burdens,
and those that are pleasantly given.
I realized one day, as I felt a light breeze,
winds could teach me how to travel with ease.
Then I saw a bird fly like a plane,
but it didn't carry a load on its wings.
And the sun arriving at the stroke of dawn,
comes weightless with the rays it brings.
And a mother's kiss travels untold miles,
on air filled with hugs and kisses.
When a dear friend calls from faraway land,
her voice travels like a ripple in a pond.
When I turn my light-switch on,
light fills my home without a sound.
And the air I breathe travels so light,
pulsating endlessly, to keep me alive.
And the gaze I send to love of my life,
travels like air to reach her smile.
So I will return just the way I arrived,
because the road to heaven travels light.
September 23, 2017
Travelling Light
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
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