Poem 148: Prelude to Letting an Angel Pass
Many are the crippled shadows that have passed this way across the
stone square, paved with weeping and the flowers that an old lady dressed entirely in soft black light will sell to you. She sits behind the diamond pillar of day and night and occasionally tilts her head back … Read the rest
Poem 147: Recipe for Painless Light.
2 figurines,1 vase of flowers,1 wall plate
1 fan light,1 chess board.
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on the mantle peacefully don Quixote
does his balancing act
very wooden, very fragile, very sad still
looking for that wandering plain,
resolute in his silence, redeemed in his madness,
tilting to one side, he spins his … Read the rest
Poem 146: Prelude to Recipe for Painless Light
There is a demon crouching at the bottom of the cupboard. He cannot
speak.He has never been able to speak. He was struck dumb in the night
of his birth.He is surrounded by a field of dark silence that absorbs all sound
on contact. His skin is the colour of … Read the rest
Poem 145: Chaco
above us, the sun,
a lasered sky blue
hardened disc,
throwing down
heat onto the
painted desert stones,
and when refracted
by the mirror of thin air
it picks up
and hazily pulls in
this southwestern
ark of light
narrowly floating upon
this newly serrated air
held ironically above
the … Read the rest
Poem 144: The Wound Dresser
house of rain
drumming skin,
moth quickens ,
beating against
the pain of glass.
She is here, not here.
a heartbeat skip
sees the grasshopper hero
in the meadow green,
Dresden sheen,
water dance
in the porcelain,
contained light
moving in simpatico flow
that unravels
a pulse in the fingers,… Read the rest
Poem 143: Holding Patterns (2)
hide bound
in the fragile sphere
of your turning inner
to outer garments
of speech,
addressing willow strengths,
waiting out the storm
in the doorway
of the inside out lock
of walking on water
as the children
push out the boat
from your farther
most shore, to bring,
on warm … Read the rest
Poem 142: Holding Patterns (1)
holding patterns
of dead leaves
in your cupped
hands
curled
light
lets go.… Read the rest
Poem 141: Tenemos
standing on this shore
hip deep in the warmth
of your elemental pocket
the deep slate grey
overcast with its clear wind
is embraced
in the seminal wave
of your hair
and moves perfectly
as a hand to eye gesture
to the wing
and gulled horizons
that spring to mind… Read the rest
Poem 140: Easter Isle and the Storm Out to Sea.
if light standing
should cast a stone
there would be singing
in this place,
where summer is beached
and shimmering
as waves toll the bell
over this twilight
of shattered shells,
where once the
archaic spiders
worked their charm
over this web of Eden .
and the grey gargoyles
of … Read the rest
Poem 139: Cutting Loose in the USA
fire in the dog
glow in the bone
clutch in the heart
fog in the throat
avalanche in the ear
balls in the feet
thunder in the head
waters hope in the garden
of the licking groin,
where moisture springs
eternal in the apple
of the juicy aye
lights the … Read the rest
Poem 138: Pyro Viriditas/ the Green Fire
swaying reason-ably
to the rhythm and rhyme
of our safely back to back
promise, absolute
in this belled shelter
of shivered time, grinding
heat into this moments
sliver of hammering cold,
turning cartwheels
in the heat of the snow rutting
in the frosted track,
watched by the iron rimmed eyes… Read the rest
Poem 137: Anubis Dreams of Being a Hawk
light moving
inside dark water is
blood dreaming
for the earth,
as the tillers chain of light
seeds the plough of darkness,
to caress the shallow nerve,
open the vein,
and the liquid dreams
of the hawk on fire,
carved in gold,
spinning the cycles
of the moon
as a … Read the rest
Poem 136: In the Patterns
in the patterns
of whether or not
rapt then unwrapped
in stone
the image pre-seeds itself
and proceeds from self
to knock on would,
or what if,
in the process
and weathering
of maybe.
and yet in the heart,
clouds and hypothesis
are formed this way
sun in the stone… Read the rest
Poem 135: Simple Gifts
that you cannot contain,
own or disown
her voices bending
this light for you now
hand held and arcing
into this darkness
that you fear,
surrendering
your devils
and familiar spirits
to her velvet web
that tightens the strings
of the formless,
balancing image and deficit
Indra dances for her… Read the rest
Poem 134: Is This all it Takes
your eyes were opened
in a moment
in the twinkling of which
the blinds were raised
and my blindness healed
running from this temple
of gold and archaic shadows
to the streets of dust
and white heat.
you smiled at
my capering madness
as the light came
roaring through my … Read the rest
Poem 133: Masque
insubstantial now
as the light withdraws
and shadows return
the particles of darkness
as we stretched and expanded
on this rack of pleasant pain
ebb softly and fly against
this thin clear moon
that night etches
voices and flows
through us like a river.… Read the rest
Poem 132: In This Darkness
we should make love in the dark
you and I,
the first time when as strangers
we come
to this touching, but softly.
who says we are in hiding
in this darkness, surely not
from each other when I have held
you in my mind a thousand times
a day, … Read the rest
Poem 131: Birth
worship then
the ten thousand gods
that inhabit his senses
worship him
and then
each one in turn
in the turning
of his aspect
growing in
your recognition
of his birth
he worships you.
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I weep for you
and the joy
you will give
and the joy
you will … Read the rest
Poem 130: A Flight of Swans
a flight of swans
pouring out
from a cauldron
of troubled sky,
their wings are fire
gold and gifted
from the savage sun,
clouds blossom
infinitely, torn from
a deeply hard
and roaring blue,
the wave
of white hesitates-
wings crack
and descend
as slowly
as settling ice.… Read the rest
Poem 129: Debbie
at last a unicorn
that sings
a fierce and slaying
song
and bites
the hand that feeds
its birth
thus breaking
myths, feraly.
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the body
is an opening place
for wounds
to heal the timbres
of even your
swiftest dealing
of the street routines
that tear at the strings… Read the rest
Poem 128: Marriage
one ring
to guard
the day
one ring
to guard
the night
one ring
to bind them
a rainbow
ring of love
and light.
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in this night
laying down
a bed spread
of candlelight
making
with our hands
a fashioning
of the beloved.… Read the rest
Poem 127: Fault Line
at this point
the image is running,
running
on into a circus
of fault finding
fault, and this becomes
the deadly practise
of catching
the brilliant worm of love
travelling poor
in colour and sight,
released from the earth
of single effort
sliced to unite itself
but found to be… Read the rest
Poem 126: Argument
in contemplation
of my cowardice
I shaft away
from the leaning slant
of your anger’s sun
blinding pivot
of no choice
but to reduce the
he who hesitates
to lost, lost
and lost again.… Read the rest
Poem 125: Alice in Wonderland
beneath a sea
of indifferent storms
she reigns
as the blackest of fire
calm as the night queen
from the court of flame
in the looking glass
shining as hard as stone,
but delicate as a web
or mantle of snow
in the realm of trees,
dancing for the sun,… Read the rest