While you drift quietly to sleep i feel in time when your absence will leave a hole.
If you hear my name after an evening autumn rain, it’s because i am cedarwood incense and frog sounds.
Sometimes I might buy an onion, or two, just to have out on the counter-top.
The author is a poem and the poem is a blank page.
O! to the bee a clover in September : a sacristy
We are the culture to one-up each other.
We are blessed, let us rest.
This poem came about from the observation (after a week of listening to the news) that we seem to be only willing to point a finger outward, while completely unwilling to look inward. Increasingly we see, hear, and feel the effects of an ever expanding economy. This agenda doesn’t care for the human spirit. I see these effects in my thoughts of comparing and judging, and putting down in a desperate effort to lift myself up. Beauty is found everywhere with an open mind.
While driving a co-worker asks, if you could live for a thousand years, would you? No, I say, after a pause to make a right hand turn, I don’t learn lessons well enough to do it all over again, for that long… I would live in one moment of contentment, forever, though.
I poke holes in a cloudless sky with words. Holes in her. Holding her. I will be buried with words, if I’m buried at all. This latex sheen, peeling smooth, revealing what’s behind the sky. More sky.
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I divide myself, so I can punish myself, in order to create my Self.
Of the two giant Douglas-firs that are on either side of the church I take my dog to on our evening walk, I have definitely become more a friend of one than the other, though both of their years are probably measured in centuries, one I walk by and have a chance to explore, while the other is usually just a silhouette in the fading evening light. The only way to measure their growth, as far as I can tell, is by judging the distance of a massive limb to the nearest star.
We’re here such a short time,
the cotton candy vendor yells,
enjoy it while you can!