thoughts – Page 12 – three good words

February 22, 2015

sinus

the inter, the course of the once-born
a past present known
where sweet sweet softness
breaks the heart with gentleness
and leaves the world unbroken

…

soft sinus beat
deep in the sanguine soul
an iridescent touch, haunting
sun-struck nights, empty, cold

borne together, both
young hearts, old minds
tormented to living pearls

…

a self in another
fleeing to a lonely sound, lovely
a sigh, a cry, forever

another word for us, under
lightning held in thunder
overflowing in words, four letters
a world
.

February 21, 2015

(im)pulse

new, untold
signs curved in water, gold

descending in light
calm waves rippling
totality given

night

red black, scattered
silk lined with lace; coffee, one
mapping probability

sight

tonight’s tomorrow begets a yesterday
that fills the void, echoing
with voices wide and ancient

might

closed eyes in stars, sleeping
light luster never broken
the terrace settled in the sun

light

—

twice over given
close in effortless silence
hidden in sound to and gather
once for a time forever

all

February 19, 2015February 19, 2015

catching some z’s

tired
so tired
and still awake
sight blurring
in the middle of the day
but you still need to have a life

so out you go
out, out
out and about
with fam and friends
while all you really want
is your bed

the lovely heavenly place
full of softness and warmth
that place of sweet dreams
and deep sleep
perfection

until the alarm destroys it all
waking you up
singing of Godknowswhat
but up you go
out, out
out and about
your usual workday business

and come the weekend
you may be able to
snuggle up
wiggle down
wrap yourself up in eiderdown
and shut the world out, out
until you wake up all on your own

at least that’s the hope for now…

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

February 10, 2015February 10, 2015

eton mess

jammie dodgers
spotted dick
bangers and mash
soldiers

toad in a hole
fat rascal
angel delight
spoom

random? yes.
and if you’re wondering:
it all makes sense

slightly slippery
and mildly disturbing
they’re no children of our cynical times

yet i always wondered
at their household nature
how they passed the censor
and came to be

such unsuspecting
at times delighful
wholesome little things.