liquid trances
Originally uploaded by owlgardens
a place to write,
slate with one side
that has no other. in me
- too clean for its off hue.
misled through fog off
track, off blue, green,
grey crumpled sheet of noise.
a crushing weight to fill space .
the emptied reserve where
desire served, where passion met in its garden
of projection and mixed messages,
in humanness, in rare finds and moments
made precious
as gifts.
a sight,
a second glance.
i am grieving, aren’t i?
a question, yes.
value exponential
when shared, so why?
you are not by my side.
you are in me, you are covetous
and covert and hidden
and unaware.
gentle arc and lift of a ball cast out to render
projected grace
from a swivel-lever wrist.
a temporal reach towards permanent beauty,
if only for a moment
unnoticed. saved by me - too flawed and stubborn
and beaten and
human to justly convey what presses against my heart.
It’s everywhere and then again, between these - each
and all extremes. it rises from the crooked dreams
of underground roots, gnarled tight like arthritic fists
pounding against frozen winter soil ‘til at last,
the earth can no longer ignore them.
appealing to the sun - fie on groundhogs -
blind them all - let winter be done and let shadows fall
like ticker tape.
if i could be eternally
brave and explosively
green and walk
out the door
and walk out
the door and walk
out the door … but here but
here diffused through oxygen -
my dreams - breathed in and used.
let out unrealized, in toxic sighs.
out of date, decking the wrong season.
a strand of christmas light's
coax comfort from my window.
an early spring, again up late,
i watch the night
fall like slate.
