Sunday, March 1, 2020

patience

ancient ocean memories
expressed as desert blooms
broken dreams will find ways through
adversities
and resume

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Inspired by Bruce Shark's Instagram post

Saturday, February 15, 2020

interstitial - II

the desert
it is
that makes
the dessert
so sweet

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interstitial - I

more important than the thing itself
it seems to be the space
within which it is nestled
that makes one appreciate

the silence and the pauses
in the journey 'tween the notes
spice of anticipation
song exceeding what she wrote

the absence of a lover
punctuation in a play
the rest between the courses
cleansing taste of the sorbet

reflection bred of scarcity
matures experience
from must to wine requires time
desire heightens sense

a fundamental truth exposed
within the cosmic score
in matters of fulfillment
it is clear that less is more


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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

dark patience

nestled in the dark and wet
'til unsuspecting prey begets
and wanton salivation lets
that most compelling dance
begin

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Monday, August 19, 2019

alignment

#Prompt

alignment

raider what is it you seek
my secrets lonely
so I weep
for eons without witness to
the light of dawn
or twilight too
and starlight
locked away from you

now with your catalytic mind
the dipping sun a key aligned
with nature's aperture we find
a coruscating truth

the sugared clouds expressed
the candy sky impressed
upon the watcher's eye
fedora smile
and dreamer's sigh
and now my secrets unfold nigh

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Thursday, July 18, 2019

worn

seeing you
no longer brings me joy

your welcome mat
scuffed nearly unintelligible
is worn to hell

no longer a good place
for me and my clean shoes
to camp

waiting for the time
at best imagined
when the invitation's in

professional detachment rains
on every chance encounter
since my account was moved to suit
and all the friendly banter
has unrolled

dumping context at the doorstep
like the beach sand from a shore trip
good
but better left outside
on the door mat
with the disconnected bell
ringing with a silence
shaped like you

seeing you
no longer brings me joy
because without a doubt
seeing me
never really did

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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

truth

in the dark Cthulhu lies
and spins a web of fear
beads of sweat festoon the brow
of those who choose to hear

a kraken from a cuttlefish
the monster deftly weaves
impregnating his listeners
with whispers they believe

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