creative – Page 20 – three good words

March 30, 2015

two springs

two springs flow
clear against ancient bows
those sacred curves
rushing, slipping
silent-secret in shining liquid
quenching the sun
wetting monuments of once hottest blood:
molten stone erupting
oozing softly to the shore, burning
birthing an island in virgin foam.

seasons passed unheeded
storms raged and poured
and jagged peaks softened
deep as velvet, curved
seamed with crystalline white
bright-mystic black
silent against the endless surf;

yet deeper, and deeper still: the living heart
blooming bright against emerald blue
vaulted high and crisp
an untouched world
singing light and brilliant with wind-beat song.

March 28, 2015

windfall light

thus, written:

Zeph, my friend
you would know
of the greatness in open spaces
green and bright

between the words
and whispers
that moment, after dark
the hesitation
the palpitations
rising with the hand to light

hoping for beauty
to come true in impending dreams
that vast tenderness
that antithesis of night

March 20, 2015

the art of life

freedom
is not words spoken
alone

it is sang out loud
in the silence that is accepted
across a bridge, dividing
knowing what needs demanding
a rule unbroken
a law of life.

but those sunk in silence
deaf to the marvelous sound
will tell you, whisper, shout:
spring does not exist
fall is an advertisement
summer a ludicrous myth
but winter the truth that has come

not snow-sparkling white
children laughing during snowball fights
but wet and grey
full of frostbite
that’s the one
that is the silence that has come

until one, two, three and more
sing of the sun
bright in the skies
flowers below, shining
trees like seas
green and grassy
life bursting in all colours
rejoicing
second to none.

…

she laughs when i say
i am (not: shall be) myself
i have a place within
that is sacred, me

and there is that moment
the question, hope, wonder:
how long until that laughter fades?

until understanding pervades
that each and all
have their holy place
beating under their ribs
smooth on their skin?

freedom is not a request
it never was a favour
it is necessary
the natural state of all things
but no one said it was easy

like canvas waiting
clay cool in one’s hands
the art of life is
living
loving
being
free
.

March 2, 2015

inside/out

inside
toffee squared floors
denote rays of the sun, crossing
plants on the sills, watered
blooming bright to those
without, within

fingertips pressing cluttered keys
E and N already fading
triple m’s: memos, messages, mailing-lists
quick notes, live feeds
movie clips

in all the alphabets
known to woman, man
written, read
and used again

—

outside
cars rush far, park and run
jets and liners rolling
arrivals, departures
boarding, patrolling
vapor trails on asphalt

wind rising
sun-dimmed clouds
swelling with collected water
no more fears of acid rain
there is far more to worry about
these days
the news? don’t start
dante’s inferno’s nothing to that

click, swipe, push it away
the poor souls, so horrible
what are we having for dinner tonight?
what a long, exhausting day

—

inside/out
a moment, secluded
inhale, exhale
heartbeats tripping
excitement, peace
a stillness humming
beyond the din of the streets

sequins, cashmere
sheer wool, silk
plastic cards denote ownership
warmth, rest
eat, drink
ordered, structured
breathing

so many bodies moving
so many minds thinking
so many hearts, beating

all with one hope
that one true thing:
prosperity

March 1, 2015