This Poet's Dream

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Month: January, 2015

Murder By Crows

Something happens when I think of crimson
Something deeper than the well out back
A motion toward the shadows
Bent branch escaping it’s tenure
A moment seized
Then the jitters
Shivers
Skipping up the spine
Shelving all emotion
But the one that drives the fastest car

Haiku #57

When you wake alone
You know you are in trouble
Seeing empty bed

Fated

I felt you thrust into my sphere

As I took a fateful step forward

The spear near collapsing my lung

As I fell upon your knife

Open verses will go on plummeting

From the heavens as we move about

Like children in the woods

Basking in the sounds of the waves

Skirting disaster in the form of a chain

Making new the remnants of the fires

That burned so heartily between us

We took each other by surprise

A split second decision

To choose the fate of many worlds

Instant Poem Canvas

It lies before me
Ready to activate
At the touch of my fingers
The app is free
And lets me write poems
At any moment I so please
I read this morning
About a man who
Sits in the subway
Typing poems on single sheets of paper
You pick
The subject and the number of dollars You will pay
Apparently
He makes hundreds
Of those dollars
Each day
I think of myself
Set up at a table
Doing this very thing
But not
In the depths of the island
I once worshipped as home
Instead
I prefer to be
Above ground
Amongst the warmth and radiance
That is my only true comfort
Where the light can make my eyes sting
Yet the brilliance of the sun
Feeds my veins like the elixirs of yore

Haiku #56

Silent not is sleep
When dreamscape bleeds light of day
Open eye spins round

Chariot of Tears

You are 3,000 miles and half an ocean away
A luscious rain drenches you on the regular
Sun ballooning on the horizon morning and night
While my hands crack in the dry cold
A chill that reminds me, each morning
Each night
That it was not my choice
But yours
That let out the drawbridge
Galloping away
In your chariot of tears
The destruction of self
Too heavy a burden to carry alongside me
Yet your journey
Has not led not to the renewal you had envisioned
Longing for freedom from an inescapable force
Lodged within
The truth that lies behind the lies and the deceit
The mask of illusion you wore for me
Pretending, I suppose
I was the one
Who was worthy of exchanging hearts
Even as you were preparing to drop the ax
For almost a year
I have been found drifting
Somewhere between daydream and nightmare
Thoughts rattled beneath numb emotions
Wrapped in sorrow
Cut from the binding cloth
Living the fantasy
With a different face
It makes me question my self
How do I still love the one who
Left me at the curb with only words
And a wooden apple box heart?

Caves of Glass

Each movement makes a pathway
Stringing together the memoirs of life
A way scattered with diamonds
And jagged glass
Wounds surfacing at every turn
We were each monsters of our own stories
A memory in the making
Of what is not acceptable
Even through the truth
The moments surface
Eclipsing any joy resting in my bones
The eternity of the loss
Of a vital branch
Stands not to dwell
Seeking the gold to fill the cracks
Making anew the broken vessel
Creating anew the ability
To carry more weight than the very essence
Of existence upon this plateau
A moulding of the soul
Happens
When one runs away
Marking territory and then leaving
The tread of tired tires
Along the tracks of veins worn thin from craving the elixir of life
The movement of future into present brings forth a dream
Of all smiles falling upon all faces
Drawing up the exotic entrancement
Of a dance with the demons that rest deep withing the bones of the dead

Saturday Night

I carried your heart
With me as I went to dance this time
The wooden apple box
Tucked into the same pocket of the same coat
I recall the moment you handed it to me
Through the window of a cold March morning
I filled it with a bit of that black yarn
I spun to make you that hat
The one you asked for with the brim
That I spent hours creating
The one you lost so easily
It was the first time
I found my footing again
Without my partner
On a mostly empty dance floor
Beats filling up the empty space in me
Making hearts echo with memoirs
Spread thin like strands of the web

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Each movement makes a pathway
Stringing together the memoirs of life
A way scattered with diamonds
And jagged glass
Wounds surfacing at every turn
We were each monsters of our own stories
A memory in the making
Of what is not acceptable
Even through the truth
The moments surface
Eclipsing any joy resting in my bones
The eternity of the loss
Of a vital branch
Stands not to dwell
Seeking the gold to fill the cracks
Making anew the broken vessel
Creating anew the ability
To carry more weight than the very essence
Of existence upon this plateau
A moulding of the soul
Happens
When one runs away
Marking territory and then leaving
The tread of tired tires
Along the tracks of veins worn thin from craving the elixir of life
The movement of future into present brings forth a dream
Of all smiles falling upon all faces
Drawing up the exotic entrancement
Of a dance with the demons that rest deep withing the bones of the dead

Haiku #55

Drove past the old place
A flood of tension arose
Fist clenched, light beckons