presence

silhouette

of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone

of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding

of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.

© 2015 threegoodwords

life and time

image

asleep in the rise
of a star
set against light
passing
in lifetimes, twinned
against systems
nebulous
as far as they are wide
daunting
we circumvent
a sun

one look
the night sky
and the past gazes
back, calmly

ancient is the dark
that holds our sun
light so holy
so necessary
to us all
as we go
gently, gently
into that good
night

so bright
stardust, twinkling
alive.

© 2015 threegoodwords

first of summer

balance _ railroad beautifulosophy dot com meadow _ promenade by yvan lemeur on flickr ice cream from sundaes and cones _ paris in four months on flickr

green golden meadows
spread lush out
into the sky
seamed dark by cool pines
lemony white
a butterfly

fluttering in bright bushes
over at the birches, an argument
one nest chirps, the other disagrees
and two cats doze in the sun
listening

while mother and daughter
walk by quietly
one calm, the other happy

that first taste of ice cream
remember?
how the days go by
peaceful, serene.

© 2015 threegoodwords

now

typewriter theheavingsurface on tumblr

in steps
word for moment
sight opens wide to the n’th light
of what’s meant
to be
to be seen
together now
far beyond and yet so close

one step at a time
like a toddler curving up
out to the hand helping, holding
one more, just one more
until the muse
that silent call
descends like morning fog

dewdrop stars
icily fresh on the soul
feet of the mind
running

beyond now
lies forever for a heartbeat
one
and one
fingers slip on keys
pause
a thought

yes, now
and then now and now
yesterday, today
and one more
tomorrow
.

© 2015 threegoodwords

before/after

Cali

Before
not love
no
the necessity of a moment
pain that was cured
freedom secured
nothing angelic
nothing from above
no
nothing
notlove

After
to miss a presence
that fills the space
between night and day
work and play
a knowing
a showing
of understanding
feeling, something
beyond
beyond

Now
peace, today
not age
maybe wisdom
far more play
now
not then
real and true
enjoyment
.

© 2015 threegoodwords

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