authorship – Page 4 – three good words

May 7, 2015

now

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
.

April 24, 2015

always, only

like rivulets of silk
darkly smooth in
mellow sweetness

the soul of a melody
is lodged deep down
your heart and spine
right in the marrow bone

and you wonder for three seconds:
why fear?
for in the depth
there is a height so vast
so far

you’re the prophet
with the chariots of fire
the dark lady worshiped
with lute and lyre
the throned god ruling
the liquid gyre

all those pasts layed to rest
calling quietly
to be remembered, known
aspired

so yes,
this is the moment
this is the time, there is no other
there is always, only
now
now
now
.

April 24, 2015

if

the questions we all ask ourselves
quietly, silently
terrified
or shy, defiant:

if I write
will they read
if I tell
will they listen
if I am
will I be

good enough
brave enough
that one true thing:
au.then.tic?

always, always
like a river rushing, raging
spreading into deltas of doubt

if I do
will I deliver
if I see
will they believe
if I try
will I succeed?

maybe in all this
the point is to not give in
to keep on going
to try and try again
until you can finally plant that mustard-seed.

March 1, 2015

privacy

books loretablogdotblogspot parasol lucia and mapp on flickr

such a thing

lean back in the light
hold tight
echoes known
growing

flickers of sight
flashing sharp
specks of touch
glowing

hints wafting to quizzical noses
a taste on the tip of a tongue
showing everything all at once
like music
the sound of words
sun-sudden, hot, warming

high, low
a timbre falling
in sunlight singing
raindrops swell, peak, explode

together, they say
together you must
but in the loud quiet: a country

soft borders shown
drawn black against light
held tight, invisible
knowing

it’s all your own
.

February 10, 2015

maybe seven

no point
in playing it safe
no art
in not daring

look over the edge
all the way down
see it, feel it
know what’s waiting there

it might scare
one or two off the page
maybe more

madness, mayhem
insight, wisdom?
this is not peek-a-boo
not looking
doesn’t mean it’s not there

five senses
six, maybe seven
if you count memory
imagination

yes, think
feel
inner, outer skin

taste
touch
scent

trace and trace
the worlds without, within

sound
sight
detail

perception
understanding
defining real