Saturday, June 21, 2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The women of the summer, spun
Before my eyes at evening's run
Were magical; yet all the while

Not one of them was you, not one
Could fade your moment in the sun
Or ease my mood of exile.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Dactyl Unpractical

Keep it in
Mind that your
Pain is not
Cares if your
Tears are un-
Writhing and
Ranting and
If they're not

-- Friday, June 6, 2014.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

There it is, behind your eyes

Within the loving cradle of my hands,
The roundness of your head seems all entire:
One gentle shape, and all you might require
To house the inner skies and hidden lands,
The river lights, the pebbled autumn strands,
The contemplative snow, the winter fire,
The rising, fading clouds of your desire --
All held within, as nature understands.

Yet there it is, behind your eyes: the scream
Of crowds that overwhelm the level shore,
The claws that snap the pleasant frame and pull
Apart the shutters of the One you seem
To show themselves, the wounded, as they pour
The blood of their own pain into your skull.

-- Thursday, June 5, 2014.