New Poems

Looking beyond a column of winters
Inside a marble hallway
I glimpse the opening
It is round, glowing
Putting my eye up close
I see fire and rain
My song
Is fleeing from this moment
My texture is one true word
Spoken from the lips of God

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Placid waters hold no pretense at peace
Confusion can strike at any moment
From underneath the sand
The mind has unconscious ways of telling the truth:
One with words, breath, and the moment eyes meet.
The other with body,
Or a tone of song waiting to take flight
I am still figuring out how it goes
One plus one is one plus one is one...
Forgetting the fruits of my labor,
I pick memories to hold
Like apples in an orchard
The ripe ones call sweetly,
The rotten ones smell underneath.
Still, the taste of air is made whole
By the ripe and the rotten
And a tree grows tall at the center.

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Speaking out from unchurned waters of my mind
The violin sways,
Abruptly ceasing desire to maintain a reflection that was utterly not me.
A pinprick on the tender belly
Leaves no mark.
Like an idea,
Devoid of form,
Pregnant with possibility.
I collect these words from the rough scrawback of my mind
My song unfinished
I am still singing and composing to a deer I meet in the woods
Alone, but free.