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Showing posts with label Promises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Promises. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2020


Brambles and a nest of thorns

I listen to the wind

To lullabies in discord  

Broken scales and promises

Minor keys, a child’s song

Of love unrequited

And nettles, tickling my heart

The god in my belly, laughing

Hungry and restless with thirst  

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Lost II

Words slip through her lips
Whispers, fragile promises
Breaking as they fall

Cooing in my ear
Her subtle tongue, honey sweet
Promises of love

Speaking to the heart
Luscious as her open mouth
Like ripening fruit

Lost in her perfume
Her relentless beauty, hot
Expectant, dripping

The resonate chord
Strikes the heart as the light dims
Blinded by her star

Tuesday, June 2, 2020


Taken by my dreams
Transported to the heavens
Like the Apostle

Filled with promises
Chaos, blowing in the wind
All my work, refuse

We can have justice
We are entitled to it
We are called to it

Make it if you can
In the shadow of heaven
Parched prayers, hanging limp

Visions of flowers
Sterile seeds falling. withered
Promises, broken

The divine embrace
Amid the ashes, thirsting
Immanuel comes

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Bar Close

Watch visions collide
Hopeful expectations break
Furtive, disdainful

There is little love
In the vacuum of passion
The broken-heart, skips

Stumbles in the chase
Broken promises and lies
Rejected and bereft

Pining and alone
Aching with desire, undone
As the lights go up

Tuesday, November 12, 2019


Visions of love, spin
The threads of promises, dreams
Woven in the shadows

Moments of regret
Memories like tapestries
Glitter with pyrite

Scattered on the light
A visitation of ghosts
Fools with promises

Tuesday, September 3, 2019


Washed in morning light
Sparrows in flight spread their wings
Their flock fluttering

The wind bites my cheek
It’s cold-bright lash whipping me
I walk in the sun

The furies watch me
Crawl into the broken shell
Hollow, as the heart

There is no shelter
From their chiding barbs
The Erinyes

My misconceptions
Empty as the barren womb
As the empty tomb

Promises of life
Bathed in spring rain, streaming cold
By the garden, greening

Murmurs of laughter
Bubble, burst in the light
Nonsensical, trite

The creative will
Burning for the deity
In the morning sun

Monday, September 3, 2018

Observation - September 3rd, 2018, Monday


I listen to a car roll by outside my open window
The sound of traffic is low, I have not noticed any busses
There is a beeping like an alarm going off at the nursing home across the street
Or of a van backing up, but it has been going off for hours
It is Labor Day today and the city is still sleeping

Summer is coming to an end

It promises to be warm today, not hot, the breeze is cool and dry
Kitty is running from window to window, chortling in her brisk meow
There is something happening outside
A born squirrel, or a chip monk in the tree
They vanish, and she grows quiet