Sunday, October 15, 2017

epistle the parchment ever arisen [autotext]


Beside the table
chair turned inward
the surfaces 
covered with books

A pen, some paper,
and a nearby
sensation of sound,
a neighboring television
the way
I wash away thoughts
in a verse, give
sustenance when I've none,
 and to relish 
 the absence 
      of time .

A subjunctive phrase

Life in the 
          aftermath of
tragedy   how

The delicate attachments, 
       finesse or habit

           Are wonderful

           examples no doubt


     Everything tempered
       by how ,  by what more


  Belong for a moment
          to moisture

painted as rose

the hour arranges
the power of life

of living of everything
as its surprise

vestige absolute
the plenitude force

but painted as rose

Thursday, October 12, 2017

wildfire

wildfire

wildflower war
in the fields
cross my room

the leaves of petals
through the middle
of before and now

travelling over
the arrow flashes
beneath the sun

where again
the petal spears
a catchy song

brush over shadows
with shadow alone
shielding love

the hour of time
a mirror of the flower
in the petal's hold

pulled by the stem
the surface
a living hour

ripening pestle
ground in the petal
abstemious stem

flower in the field
field to the flower
beheld by rain

verses of a day
bees in the leaves
shrub casting petals

hopeful as tender
the bodice and plume
vision of beauty

for watchful harness
the water itself
breaks into fuse

the water arouses
a fiery quiver
bay glistened shadow