I see the luminosity of morning's twilight
emerging on the periphery of my panoramic view
where it gradually evolves
garbed in gray and red clouds
strewn across the horizon as embroidery
stitched into the sky
an evocative touching colored thread of serenity
uplifting a stunning new garment
as the day begins a new birth
of majestic majesty and marvel
leaving me in a solemn moment of grandeur
and breathless awe
draped in profound spiritual perfection
as it uncouples from the last drop of saturated darkness
that was the night
The simplicity of this beautiful scene
beckons the miracle of life's constant motion
of the painted kaleidoscopes that lay before me
drenched in the morning's colorful harmonious light
that washes over me like a sensual symphony
of visual stimulation and ecstasy
from its splendor and beauty
bringing a tender sense of peace
to an old soul
who walks the flowering gardens of life
wiping away a tear
for the gift of another morning's light
causing my heart to sing
Categories:
uncouples, nature,
Form: Free verse
Her thin white legs are sweet.
She crouches down,
takes a small brush,
sweeps dirt off my partly exposed skull.
I am extinct, the way some pachyderms are
while others are not.
Ice fields turn to desert.
Wind-straws evolve into sun hats.
An archaeologist discovers.
I like her hands,
they cup and measure,
they feel the weight of dispersed things.
The flesh over her knees
gentles the earth. She spreads herself –
an eclipse of her.
She tugs my skull from the earth,
uncouples my emptiness.
An era passes an age.
I am a footprint in an Alzheimer’s ward,
yet I recall her fingers
how once they brought sight to my eye-sockets,
how she placed me under the green-vine
of her life, cared for my hollowness,
planted the scent of her youth in it.
Questions like:
who-what-where,
and how
do not arise.
Categories:
uncouples, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
This poem was inspired by a piece from the modern artist Mark Ruthko.
Grey ash evinces our long hot burn.
The blaze, suddenly extinguished,
leaves a blackened smoltering expanse
that uncouples
here and the horizon,
the beginning and the end,
you and me.
Separated, we burn
quietly sending the signal,
“I love you,”
through the devastation,
under the polluted purple sky.
Alone.
Categories:
uncouples, break up, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse