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MARCH 2, 2012

Like a breeze of small windmills
light splash above and rush below
i shall kiss the ground and kiss the sky
and return to myself in Full
tomorrow ferris on and on




MARCH 1, 2012

colors of natural habitats growing trees and leaves, birds and animals, 
and the seasons are as embalms for one artist who draws deeply from 
their dreams like slumbers' awakening for expansive canvases 
who give moments for reflection of their intrinsic delights; 
today is a winter afternoon towards spring upon a uplifted breeze .





APRIL 1, 2011

pasteurs

rolling hills of hays breathing
from within
on the far side of summer





APRIL 2011

Burning the midnight oil when by drops 
a nice elderly with a mean complexion 
on his or her mind
touch a fleet and left a trace - 
a frier on a tipsie etay nay hey




NOVEMBER 30, 2010

i am sailing into a sea for adventure 
in tranquility or peace upon immensity 
as vast as a bosom could hold 
if a gesture cued



AUTUMN 2010

a silver lining i have not heard of by soundings by blue birds 
and minute breezes; in a touch and go by way by nimble wonderings -
who has seen my purse of linen cotten dyed riverside yellow, um
where here by a shadow of a willow tree upon a bench, beside a picnic table.




AUTUMN 2010

upside wakefulness deigning like duties forwards a day's work
early avery birds flew low to an immense rising ceiling of a dome'd skies
were history a memoire by morning? a diety for the waking soul? 
whose footsteps echoed in the pavement's imprints, slightly
farscape's minute waves shone upon azure wrought by faraway storms
in my coffee cup her distance swirled too like the rugged 
on a wall a clock whose tocks mocked a little the flight path of
a pigeon visiting the breakfast room...




AUGUST 17, 2010

slow coin

rainbow lightly momentous let exhalted a perhaps 
to arrive, sooner or later? when question reminisced
unanswered like a shadow awning hovers craftily inside a scene 
offering providence; about outcrop of rock smoothen'd over wind, 
an eon's levies, belating eventful floury snow




AUGUST 17, 2010

ashore

a barren land yet extent a lost rock cast away 
not reached by sail nor post by a distant sea - 
whither breaks a wave momentarily without ceremony sans sermons; 
how quivered each breach and needle whisper'd sternly 
like praying birds to dieties beats




AUGUST 1, 2010

precipitation arising was early for the depths
of a pond was uneerily extended, below a light blanket to be
by a seeming flurrily snow




AUGUST 2010

a rainbow lightly for a momentous breeze has
let exhalt - reminiscing of a perhaps to arrive.. sooner
or later? a question left unanswered prior
a wisp like a shadow awning hovers craftily within a scene offered

in providence by outcropping rock blown to smoothness over winds
ever by an eon's levies, reminders
of weathering by floury snows




MARCH 22, 2010

continues

over tea and teacups empties with biscuits and crumbs 
on porcelain saucers, droplet coffee drying
on the cloth; between twigs and branches on a summer eve when drifting 
- mid-air conversing




JANUARY 2010

who i don't know how Much change
it is a homeless girl like them leaves 
of pond lillies and small highway bridges or 
a moon cast pond by a silvery blue hue 




JANUARY 2010

tended

perspiration uttered songs of the dust
inside the drifted - cobwebs beneath 
ravished boots, and a monolith-like, 
How leaned against a shadows' edge 
marked the hour, late-afternoon,
casting shadows, leaving trace.




2010

The dreamt was phantom, vacuous,
so the seeming was;
With darken'd waters feel the light of twilight
Air lift the tips of silhouettes by evergreens
Airports, helipads, they are the abode of birds.
Freight runs later than the drop of the draft
below a skyline that flickered
for a scattered return had sailed in
brash, soft now when orange-red begins dimming as
horn-whistles trail ephemera.

below a skyline that flickered beneath the treeline so brash
now soft now orange then red when lightning dimmed.





2010

orb

what about the crescent moon left by the gap of branches below a star which is a planet, when
between the silhouettes where birds were convening,
where who stood before a notice on the mobile phone; there nights arrive and pass, by a path an echo of water drops notating reminiscence with a sidewalk previously dotted in layers of snow..
in icicle melded partitions frozen over midnights when twigs flinched at wretched crooks, cold hard light refracted knowingly and gleamed, via frigid air by open embrace? the moose or cariboo had dropped steps dampened outgrown resilient dried grasses, parchment-like leaves flickered impassively as rails rumbled against the flight of trains ere foreclosure of evening;
whereif more wires pulled stretching overhead than directly clear by a count of seeming point-dots of glow, if softening the concrete and struggle hardening by trunks a whisper of caution should from the river's fluorescent sent a bubbling softly - a lullaby
for arriving should proceed only softly and even odd the dawning sense of forthcoming - if echoes could doubly a shadow, do; yet
where was the evening earlier over deepening edges where slivers of light were falling, horizontally, casted clouds by wisp in like longing, mashmellow and cotton candy feathery drifts, sifted
about the air dark green wings, and digits on figurine clocks sought
setting nought the factual longing day -
where the lodge was behind were trees rising higher than some sky-scrapers do, and where paint drying beside snow tipped logs from summer? a sound without words of trotting, or gallop... the nonchalence of the jack hares and few squirrels had given easier messages of joy across the patch -
the steps of herders whistling following the seeps of steam boiled over from intermesso tea; where
a bird flew low across the orchid before the fields
lit silver hue inside a reflective mused;
back early, a rolling holler,
depressed clouds dripped below the atmosphere,
a breaker sounded as though from afar, yet was telling of a distance sombre, air for the tower's bell has met exit forward out from,
an extent dimmed, miles of clouds, upwards -
twinkles of thunders simmered between the lines, reminders of travelers clustering behind cafe tables below the ceilings, who remembered; a music was playing, much was like the playing of the thunders, fantasias of the forgotten;
an atmospheric break in the humming rising by a hymm, like a solvent spreading in water, the molecular water crystals clumped and spread, darkened but for the night a while;
when later in the night's cold tune it drifted away in a motion of wanderers' traditions, like a songbird with touch of blue in its feathers on an early morn', why,
couldn't a gentleman with a tailored coat or a lady by a night dress gown be more pleased to find a pleasant welcome into the open air's embrace? stay,
but for awhile,
an evening was here by what expression could hold as an intent to an impression for what might be could be, were
an extent be known from afar, a whisper
upon some wind was lifted - wisps of news upon leaves and drifts by dendritus along paths and habits of jack hares, a tread
in promise of rain or precipitate - if distance could echo why upon the light trail byways, where the pavement, here then upon the soils and grasses
by morning frozen, a lattice from a bygone; fair lands, perhaps
an erasure of struggle and fantasies could roll below a sky contemplated where land nearly frozen, for by nether within shadows' recesses revealed small truths of happenings conceived by quietudes in a world romanced by its own happening, waited fields impassive late reflectance at pond and silvery bit leaves',
romanced by its own happening, await fields impassive to darken through a night... a ground
nearly frozen bequeathing under a moon shining and upwards
seeped quivers of dreams and residues of the day hunting, treking between a current or two of winds' soft streams, a following after a perhaps or two perhaps three hairs of some chance, tire'd too soon ere dawn
when seeming rose on orange tinting pink and blue skies - yet waking? above
premature frosts over near-far roofs, why,
years like far-away steps or dribbles like drop by drop a myriad seeming before a moment of waking yet forever away - bit crackles too echoed;
destinations suddenly appeared further if not for
the depths inside which frost began to melt if only a little
when leaves retained still frailty of morning
already desolation is ceding where a kinder romance lurked in soft furs and munchkins;
dimmer shadow of an undulated, returning, like molten'd of common
metals, and hung low fruits of unknowing natures from branches,
the very foreigness, cacti branch and twig born'd of unknown lands,
when overhead birds, few and yelping, sending parts of messages
about the locales in offerings given on freely for livelihoods for ports across the beyond;
a frost would melt, towards northerly was due a sublated blue-gray - dipped
below a level ground above where skies rose higher intensed diffuse sunlight brewed a strong wind for the present contented upon simmers,
a prairie wind from east of townhood early rising, mutterings of small birds or complaining for impending moose herding from due east had been carried over in minute conversations several flight paths interior to heracules forth of a season's closures; distance easterly drawn from paperly records, vinaigrettes of bygone days at
barn aloof; contemplation of bygone ways of gravel and frozen mud,
and
rusted blues in the semblance of broken cars and few shaken panels beside the road,
remember?  a tautology from on high - in distance a feathery heights was
offset by wilderness' witness, of brashness, of audacities, and ultimately
wisdom beyond natures' own years even as eons press on
in silence;





DECEMBER 28, 2009

untitled

from the well springs i drink of
infinitudes and elixirs Brighten my vision
alight my dreams floating I am 
upon surfs on a breathing Earth by i
on the backs of gulls that breathe
the surf to life




DECEMBER 19, 2009

a fish gasped for air at a side of 
creek was the guise of a plastic bug, blown in upon
some breeze Lavendar and gold were the colors
trembling  before spring when a tree wont and wait sit today, 
a Fire gasps for air, aside creek, a guise,
a plastic bag .Blown in from Afar
upon some breeze...Lavendar and gold
did crumble ere spring as a bee wouldst t'were today




AUGUST 20, 2009

picnic

crows here have feather so black on clear days they glow a noble blue like 
peacocks' feathers do but perch on trees hidden and garbage cans
instead for open fields.   




MAY 20, 2009

untitled

a whisper by promise of syrup called 
warmth was liken'd with an air blanket 
by trees, floated in upon a current 
between few threads, into the material is 
a temperature called warmth. where 
fingers retrieve themselves within bubbles 
of time by sleeves is the unspoken terms 
of dwelling and the promises of syrup withheld.



MARCH 1, 2009

The dreaming is a seeming, a dreamt -

Phantom vacuous spirits report yesterday
when-by a brighter twilight 
Darker waters have not been 
to meet a lighter twilight, and heard

Shadows, re.up.take 
back the seconds the wind had stolen
some and some fortnight ago. 

Fogs sit low and reminisce
How a season feels.





FEBRUARY 28, 2009

When the leaf glazed over with last year's frost I thought
of a flower you sent in an envelop
with a note,
the glass vase trembled for more water, I thought
I heard the glass pane crack for a mild response, before
me is
a present note, a misplaced letter who would lie
for flickers in the shadows to tell
curtains to fly.




FEBRUARY 27, 2009

1

The ground is coldest in february
when year rounded, yet not yet spring.

Birds have seemed to have
forgotten song, branches of the willow tree
share a somber sigh.

The drift washing up last fall had dried.

2

A month of forgetting, flurries fleeting,
come and go to please the sky -

Promises of the ne'er-bloomed, by star'ed eyes, return
higher winds from upper skies double back
to touch the leaf that dare not fly.

3

A breeze from everwhere, a sea breeze
was brought by feathery wings brings
a frozen river to a flutter.

Lightning dimmed the tips of trees, reflectance by
ponds, puddles, and utterances.

Reed twirling whisper dissent possibly
a flare by the pond roadside with pebbles,
as day begins to break.

4

And motion moves, again, retraces,
briefly, the darker waters the year before,
and surface rests, and calms.

Desire for frozen'ness begotten
found motion upon the sounding sounds
by and of urchins and birds.





DECEMBER 31, 2008

the diary, 1

closure i have i have. weighted, i 
lean the memory foam sofa i listen 
my noise my radio my second song. 
turning turning shall i, i shall turn 
and find a division found, i am found, 
less an equation more infinity's find




DECEMBER 30, 2008

mantra, 2

for a soldier i have not been who was 
and is not they who are The World does not 
know me my giant your fool, no Soldiers are not 
who were your steps though lighter on the 
roll i call have not been to be happier lost.




DECEMBER 12, 2008

letters, iris. 3

retroyet when birds fly high higher 
the sweat is bled, the tributary 
was further hazier than the yesteryear's dreamt 
her memory would recall seeming recalling was 
the sky could be by and by be falling, when 
the wind was a whistle when the river a seam.




DECEMBER 9, 2008

industr, docks. 2

tip-iron ferrous locks heavy screamed before 
words were spoken, inscriptions never made as 
rainbows rose before dawn dissipate over my 
shoulders than then behind her chains lied.





NOVEMBER 28, 2008

letters, iris. 2

popplers recover early last fall before 
the winter descending foreshadowed spring 
ere the skating enthused the ice'd pond 
before the ice matured





NOVEMBER 25, 2008

mantra 1

i have neither yearning nor desire, 
between my fingers the square of bread 
is butter Saturated with fat dripping 
or rather slurped on, waiting, a pot of 
water boils for a cup of tea was imported 
somewhere from out pacific.




NOVEMBER 24, 2008

letters, iris. 1

unboundable voice the syren's tail 
glistened upon the glass shadow quivered 
rippled moss-riden rock over the beach 
on which the water, dried, the tide, 
receded





SEPTEMBER 20, 2008

industry, docks. 1

i was scared she wouldn't leave i want to 
scream leave me along to my current dream when 
a thunder struck on across the bay they said, look up, 
i saw the branches, twitters, twittering, lighting orange and lavendar gray





AUGUST 2004

New York is perpetual 3am
Coffee beans melting into the
neon rain.  Pavements dancing
to the beat of candles. Reflections
crystallizing the rhythms of night.
Jazz styling insertable conversations.
Words fading into musical lamplight.




NOVEMBER 5, 2004

the feather glides through the crisp morning air, downwards, 
touches and dips slightly on the impassive film of the morning lake. 

purple harmonic motion, floating again at faint orange evening.





NOVEMBER 1, 2003

Thought, an event of

along the sweet soft melody
soothing melody melodiously merry
a smooth merry harmony
happily floating on 
in peasant peace
pretty field forever onflowing
placid beautiful lake
breathing lightly

BREAKS 

an Explosion