Today has a purpose

Today has a purpose

Moments accumulate

There is a task at hand

Decisions calculate

And then time like a fog

In a matter of weeks

Absorbs all the present

Except its highest peaks

In an antique shop there

In an antique shop there

Were things like my mother's

Poorly shelved, cheaply priced

Scattered amongst others

Her bowl for ambrosia

Cherished Beatrix Potter

And Christmas bulbs we found

Playing "colder, hotter"

Wishing only the best

Wishing only the best

Life is not a contest

All our souls lay to rest

Just two dates and a dash

Time is the greatest gift

Seeking gold as we sift

And our spirits we lift

Making each day a splash

A fist full of gravel

A fist full of gravel

The Life impossible

Less life than sound whispered

Yet still inaudible

Of no use yet purpose

Evidence presented

I tried to squeeze Life in

Pointless but intended

The fisherman hasn't

The fisherman hasn't
Got a clue that their hook

Is not in my mouth, their

Careful bait never took

The worm and I laughing

As we pull on the bob

And they reel in their line

Disappointed and robbed

The World rarely stands still

The World rarely stands still

OJ and Diana

The COVID pandemic

The crime of Osama

Or a heavy snowfall

All the roads turn empty

The ground mirrors the sky

Inches to feet plenty

Accepting this old face

Accepting this old face

I'm not young anymore

I'm viewing the landscape

Many others before

Future of fewer dates

As I widen the scope

And taking more in with

A gift wrapping of Hope

Oceans bigger than clouds

Oceans bigger than clouds

But still smaller than sky

Carrots dangling on sticks

We will never know why

Stars beacons to nothing

And serving no purpose

A universe littered

With beauty and surplus

I see the importance

I see the importance

In wanting forever

A heaven of always

A time without sever

I'm not a believer

But can't deny others

Wishing togetherness

If we had our druthers

Must stop these reflections

Must stop these reflections

They should have died at sea

Instead graveyard markers

Like stones inside of me

There's anger in repose

Nothing can fix it now

So trite, but soar and fly

And quit having a cow

Not speaking the full truth

Not speaking the full truth

In order to protect

Sensing a battlecry

Far too tired to protect

Thowing others off trail

Crumbs are flung left and right

Walking deeper in darkness

Hunched and hiding my light

Finding some perspective

Finding some perspective

When logic makes no sense

And understanding fails

Still postured on a fence

Rocks resting on mountains

Clouds always passing by

Earth present as ever

And yet, so too, the sky

Interpretations rise

Interpretations rise

Conspiracies divide

Facts blatantly ignored

And enemies deride

Narcissists not budging

Fight is greater than right

And the facts are weaker

'Til the truth comes to light

Too tired for intellect

Too tired for intellect

So much randomness here

Nature and falling trees

Leaves us guessing with fear

Discovery leads to

Open pasture and skies

Until the woods creep in

Old trees and fledglings rise

All rescue or repair

All rescue or repair

The two of us full force

You with your tools at work

Me getting things on course

Celebrating results

Seeing similar ends

The hammer and lifeboat

Are intricately friends

Snow looking like ground clouds

Snow looking like ground clouds

The sky an empty sea

Sun rising on a slant

Long shadows twice or three

Cargo thrown overboard

Prior to departure

Aiming for the future

Like a pulled bow archer

Go to sleep planet Earth

Go to sleep planet Earth

Communication not

Allowing us to pine

Nothing finding forgot

News used to be daily

Not instantly all day

And if they could, they would

Transmit it on sun ray 

In the forbidden land

In the forbidden land

After the apple bite

Where temporaries stand

Toppled by righteous light

Not looking for a door

Yet here lies the threshold

My feet can move no more

Knowing the warmth grows cold

The tulip cup broken

The tulip cup broken

Disinterested bee

Maturity arrives

Unheralded degree

Poetry like fence posts

After the long prairie

Holding tired horses tamed

Saddled by clarity

So many perishing

So many perishing

The pandemic pervades

Souls on ventilators

Hard coughing to their graves

When will the cycle end

Twenty-twenty fatigue

A crazy President

Refusing to concede

Happiness is sovereign

Happiness is sovereign

But needs artillery

At borders it battles

To hold territory

It is not wandering

Seeking solace or gain

It only has one home

Crown and protect its reign

In this Van Gogh moment

In this Van Gogh moment

In the swirls of the air

Jumping the blowing leaves

With joy and without care

Firm puddles of black tar

Like sand traps on a course

Avoiding these leaps with

Dots and dashes of Morse

Technique or emotions

Technique or emotions

Expressive discipline 

Is it science or Art

Creative thoughts engine

Reasoning or rawness

Not all dreams are couture

Farmland or Zen garden

Both entities of pure

Nothing remarkable

Nothing remarkable

No sense of pioneer

Behind us autumn leaves

Future the last frontier

Sights set on tomorrow

Keeping time close at hand

Not breaking tradition

And not stretching the band

Pursuit of happiness

Pursuit of happiness

Is not the road taken

Geography aside

If I'm not mistaken

It's of its own making

Do not follow bread crumbs

Determine one's own pace

With a stretched out wet thumb

Wheelchair in the crosswalk

Wheelchair in the crosswalk

The rain starting to fall

My self pity and my

Worries are looking small

They are trying hard while

I sit at a stoplight

Impatient and still as

They muster all their might

A figurine or vase

A figurine or vase

This poetry of mine

Sitters as the dust falls

Between each break and line

Nothing profound or wise

A road map of my days

Walk beside me awhile

Then off you go, part ways

The heart wider than Life

The heart wider than Life

In the moment requires

Letting go as the past

Beyond the dust expires

Trees stand like matches struck

Their season snuffed and spent

Here in autumn twilight

Seeing what came and went

Hercules your apples

Hercules your apples

Meant more to you than Earth

You wished for more padding

While plotting for more mirth

As we continue to

Hold up the Earth and sky

Like a Roman fiddler

You made yourself a pie

Clouds deciding to stay

Clouds deciding to stay

Graudating in gray

Shapeless as unspun clay

A setting sun seeps through

And a lock of sun hair 

Not worthy cutting air

Day and night a dance pair

With a hole in one shoe

Have I forgotten me

Have I forgotten me

Forty years from eighteen

All worried and weary

With fears carved inbetween

Searching for the moments

Then asking the meaning

And standing up straight when

I caught myself leaning

Cauliflower clouds gone

Cauliflower clouds gone

Chimney smoke clouds are here

Stark shadows replaced with

A softer atmosphere

An autumn Overwhelm

Colors sunk to our feet

Baldosa tiles made of

Leaves, petals, corn and wheat

Viewed chronologically

Viewed chronologically

Easy to understand

But when looking back one

Can play a better hand

Accepting the failures

Processing the regrets

We still must press on with

Forgiveness and forgets

Always chasing gray clouds

 Always chasing gray clouds
Trying to bust and such
Wanting happiness for
All those who suffer much

But sometimes the gray cloud

Sends out a lightning bolt

And does not want joy and

Considers it insult

Is the air seeking air

Is the air seeking air

Are trees wanting more trees

Stars seeing other stars

Saying that looks like me

The solitude of thought

Sometimes goes door to door

Welcome in the salesman

Who's wanting nothing more

In a summer farewell

In a summer farewell

Chevron geese already flown

Trees glowing in still sun

Leaves like confetti thrown

Hopper light now Rothko

The blond grass browned and tanned

A day without movement

Time is just an hour hand

Eight line open prairie

Eight line open prairie

Words sparse like distant trees

Their meaning a highway

Extending out like sleeves

The nautilus shell is

An unrolled rope ladder

To ascend not descend

Into the blue matter

We must cross this line or

We must cross this line or

We will forever part

The ideology 

Of both the mind and heart

Are not overlapping

So in this divide

We must conquer and fight

There is no compromise

In the compactness is

In the compactness is

A distant left and right

The below and above

Lowly low, highest height

An old pin oak yawning

It arms are branching up

Sky is not a margin

Like liquid in a cup

The maple tree is gone

The maple tree is gone

The crepe myrtle still there

Curtains drawn on doorways

The hedge could use more care

The keys no longer ours

After all these decades

Can you see the clay pots?

Quick, someone raised the shades

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Coronavirus news

Somehow mid-October

In casual peruse

The Ides of March struck!

So sad to see him gone

Enthusiasm for

Life and color lives on

Not universal but

Not universal but

These feelings are not just

My feelings, are they yours?

I am thinking, they must

A new theme, no the same

So many instruments

Playing the same notes all

Hanging like ornaments

Just after the after

Just after the after

A new weather report

Forgettable headline

Win or lose, any sport

At the start of never

The disappearing mark

Growing ambivalence

Impenetrable dark

We were never wanted

We were never wanted

In my own mother's eyes

Our original sin

Being born, I surmise

No matter what or when

We came into our own

We were bad seeds she wished

That she had never sown

Seeking time and timeless

Seeking time and timeless

This moment will soon be

Out of style, no motion

Wanting anomaly

 

A moment, not marker

Pages in a cover

Perhaps a mystery

Will vigil discover

To turn around and see

To turn around and see
Futures not meant to be
Boats grounded, lost at sea
Many abandoned schemes

Yet surprises arose
Circumstances we chose
And weighing each suppose
Finding possible dreams

It is not another

It is not another
Dark color of the stone
Deep in the chisel marks
Where the hammer was thrown

Where the edges are formed
And names and dates are made
We are only seeing 

Light seeping into shade

No exaggeration

No exaggeration
And nor a willingness
To forgive, yes forget
Follies and silliness

Pastures so much greener
Behind the strongest fence
The sun is brighter too
So much brighter than whence

All of my abstractness

All of my abstractness
Is hanging upside down
It may look right to you
But all I see is frown

Does it truly matter
Australians on their heads
We lay down on pillows
With our backs to their beds

Seeing the openness

Seeing the openness
And not a soul in sight
Soldiers in unmarked graves
Black on black, white on white

In this small portion of
A life that lives in All
No one is following
And not a distant call

Pensive without purpose

Pensive without purpose
Idleness of thought
Teeter totter center
Boat on an isthmus caught

Here, my only shadow
Nothing else can find shade
Answers leaving questions
Cards held but not yet played

Here in this sense of One

Here in this sense of One
Chaos is making sense
In the ethereal
Vapors replacing dense

And purpose finds its place
The moment miracle
The tips of our fingers
Touching the lyrical

Compassion composes

Compassion composes
For every instrument
We can all play a part
In greater sentiment

The love for oneself is
Not the greatest of all
Love is greater than one
It's an assembly hall

You are nothing more than

You are nothing more than
Goal posts, rigid and fixed
Not cheering the athletes
Any empathy nixed

I've chosen the sidelines
Past the bleachers beyond
Away from the sports field
And happily withdrawn

Simply spectacular

Simply spectacular

Like one and one is two

Moments lasting minutes

And not just blinking through

Old souls walk the gravel

That stone stands out for me

And likewise chosen to

Become the greater We

Julia Jackson Prayer

Clearly I’m  beautiful
The brown skin of my hand
Whatever shade is yours
Is equally as grand

There's not one type of tree
Flower, fish, horse, grass, rock
How dare you to expect
Humans to be one flock

No part of me is here

No part of me is here
No sign of my before
As if I left nothing
When I passed through that door

Yet my encounter with

A granular, a small

A part of me was left

Behind and towers tall

Complacent and complex

Complacent and complex
Simplicity is gone

Walking with an unrest

In the rouging of dawn

Another complete day

The fire is left unpoked

The coming rain will wash

The words we left unspoked

This is not intellect

This is not intellect

All emotions at best

Raging flooding river

And a view from its crest

Dissection of feelings

What's the weather today

So much to accomplish

So much to throw away

After a major storm

After a major storm
Emotions peaked and went

Deadwood is left upon

The base of a bridge bent

It may take another

Rising water and storm

To release or forgive

To heal again the norm

Bolstered up on my own

Bolstered up on my own
Wishes to be better

Healing or hurrying

Track suit or full sweater

Keeping weeds from growing

Better fence to neighbors

Inviting tender hearts

Alongside the labors

Somewhere in a forgot

Somewhere in a forgot
But not forgotten lost

An importance tugged hard

On its leash at all cost

A bauble, a brief bloom

A button needing thread

On an article of

Clothing that I had shed

Do I turn this corner

Do I turn this corner

Little significance

Just one syllable more

Altering the cadence

Self-imposed strategy

Graduate to seven

Or maybe even eight

Or nine, ten, eleven

There are burdens with dreams

There are burdens with dreams

Anchors dragged through oceans

Cargo thrown overboard

To encourage motions

But without them - abyss

A darkness without edge

We must Imagine and

Set compasses to pledge

Having no empathy

Having no empathy

And those that cannot feel

Approach with knowledge of

Impenetrable peel

Not capable of love

We should have been afraid

It was not about "all"

Just only their parade

All of these absolutes

All of these absolutes

(I'm finding that funny)

Even a cloudy day

Is still a bit sunny

Never ever again

(And still I have to laugh)

Negating my own self

In an intended gaffe

Taking it on the chin

Taking it on the chin
Swallowing hard on pride
Out from the dust cloud ring
And brushing off my hide

Still offering some crumbs

Fewer birds are landing 

So much food in this world

I am understanding

Falling forty stories

Falling forty stories
In the course of two days
And then to up and walk
Away and not be fazed

Asking how it happened
Internal clock and springs
Sailboat-like butterfly
Capsized and then with wings

Wanting to disappear

Wanting to disappear

A lost penny at sea

Feeling like a lost heart

Wishing cloud canopy

A sense of giving up

Drowning not yet floating

Smiling while self-demised

A thick sugar coating

It's closer than ever

It's closer than ever

See the path I have made

Off the beaten track once

Now old and clearly staid

So much in the distance

But future is a no

New is far, old is here

Just simply, let me go

Sadness in shallow pools

Sadness in shallow pools

Deep sadness so much so

Out of perspective like

Murder and stubbing toe

Needing to step out of

This senseless sense of blue

So much humanity

Violated each dew

In a forward motion

In a forward motion
Wishing to pick up speed
Discarding emotions
That only want to feed

Granting self-approval

Recognizing treasure

In others and myself

Engage without measure

Void of vindication

Void of vindication

No jury, judge or court

In silence, a vacuum

A Life without a port

Bring myself back to land

To climb a new plateau

Pull myself to soil

To plant each even row

Living in the ombre

Living in the ombre
Ears constantly ringing
Feet striding less and
Worrisome hands wringing

Wanting to be youthful
But cannot live again
I don't want to repeat
Look forward, not back when

Nothing is the answer

Nothing is the answer

At least that is something!

No more details follow

Deadwood without a Spring

Yet not without rewards

The verbs we must embrace

Before we switch to nouns

Just occupying space

Rainbows are circles and

Rainbows are circles and

Beneath each crown, tree roots

We only see arches

Or trunk, limbs, leaves and fruits

Volcanoes erupting

From seismic shifts of plates

Our lives seen as crescents

In rushing of the dates

So immaterial

So immaterial

Insignificant pause

This slanted sunlight or

This metaphoric clause

In the sum of beauty

There's a spout and a drain

But some moments get caught

On the bank in the grain

Sorry but I'm not lost

Sorry but I'm not lost
Merely venturing out
Between contemplations
Slowly searching about

Elements of surprise
Derailing the narrow
Not seeking a target
Just shooting the arrow

A blanket of landscape

A blanket of landscape
Or deep pocket sweater
The trees a single woods
Alphabet not letter

Without interpreter
Infusion of language
Emotional spectrum
Without any anguish

Stars bursting like bubbles

Stars bursting like bubbles
In a solar eclipse
And a well deep with love
Where I drink with old lips

Intimate with a woods
From a far and now near
It has grown before me
As I walk through the clear

Having self awareness

Having self awareness
To look deep and expose
To incubate a thought
Or thaw a feeling froze

To understand their views
Incorporate their heart
Two converging rivers
Once traveling apart

A dandelion seed

A dandelion seed
Blew up from the garden
"It is not nice enough,
I'm seeking a jardin!"

And so setting its sights
On a life much better
It freed itself before
It rooted in fetter

What if the ending could

What if the ending could
Bring us back to the start
A moebius strip or
Reincarnated heart

With the wisdom we gained
And foolishness of youth
We would wildly wander
Or be tempered by truth

No sense of ambition

No sense of ambition
Awards or podium
Or standing ovations
Packed auditorium

Success is completion
The witnesses are rocks
Not reciprocation
Or the rising of stocks

And with all these answers

And with all these answers
It beckons questions more
Seeking higher feelings
But stuck here on the floor

On tiptoes or leaping
Only low hanging fruit
So imagine treetops
Dripping with luscious loot

The silence of summer

The silence of summer
Beneath a sycamore
The shadows lace the lawn
Like the season before

A new generation
And fewer from the last
Everything new and not
Different fish, same cast

Unintentional art

Unintentional art
Roadway hieroglyphics
Arabic Picasso
Airplane psychedelics

Beauty found in purpose
Only here to repair
Elegance abounding
Not putting on an air

All these observances

All these observances
An understanding built
Stronger are the stems than
The flower blossom wilt

The losses of limbs yet
The trunk is still standing
We are made of roots not
Steps but bottom landing

All at once making sense

All at once making sense
Competitive failing
Disappoints declared
In the midst of flailing

And when servicing ceased
Suddenly what I saw
Was self and self-worth and
All celebration gnawed

Privileged of presence

Privileged of presence
Even shadows have light
In the grace of beauty
Overwhelmed by the sight

No sense of looming or
Pressing power of weights
Ethereal and wide
Yawning tectonic plates

Coughing up consonants

Coughing up consonants
Wanting to sing vowels
Echo the mockingbird
And not the haunting owl

In this melancholy
Seek music for a march
A triumphant effort
A flying buttress arch

Do not love the obscure

Do not love the obscure
Wading in the abyss
Identifying with
The things no one will miss

A tree along the road
Succumbing to a storm
A distant friend now lost
Accept this is the norm

Literary cabin

Literary cabin
These ancient words not new
Out of touch from modern
Can I find a fresh blue

Is my life with lightning
The tattoos of tree bark
Somehow unique, modern
Lit once and back to dark

Seeking a catalyst

Seeking a catalyst
In the world, inside me
Wanting to transverse
Depths of reality

Balking at fantasy
Filigree, finery
Forego the blooms on stems
Vines and not winery

Seeking beyond surface

Seeking beyond surface
As the stars remain mute
Questions are unanswered
That religions dispute

Silence from the waters
And silence in the skies
We repeatedly pray
For life after demise

Flowers without pollen

Flowers without pollen
A parasitic host
Engulfed in sweet perfume
Designed to capture most

Hearts as big as oceans
But "not a drop to drink"
One should never drown if
They only stop to think

Calculations of life

Calculations of life
A fear of some regret?
There is beauty in stars
As fixed as a mindset

Yet seek depth in darkness
Take a shovel to black
In the great emptiness
A hidden zodiac

Can't you hear the shouting

Can't you hear the shouting
We must all do our part
Feel it resonating
Treble and bass clef heart

We want peace, not quiet
Do not shh our crusade
Your answers dividing
Confetti's our parade

Venturing to dead-ends

Venturing to dead-ends
Full lung capacity
Reaching the edge, the rim
Ultimate tenacity

Every corner defined
Leaving nothing unknown
So many of us here
Hidden gems amongst stone

Staggering beneath clouds

Staggering beneath clouds
The universal push
The weight of time mounting
The Overwhelm ambush

The disappearance of
Self when joined by others
Marching to leave a mark
Discarding our druthers

These days are not trenches

These days are not trenches
Butterflies trapped in mud
Senseless brutality
Or the scale of a flood

They are the slow whittle
Of dignity, respect
Termites in the floor boards
And the crossbeam connect

Originality

Originality
Sparrows breeding sparrows
And then the cockatiel
Derives from these narrows

Beyond the DNA
Furniture arrangement
Rare to find pelicans
In ocean estrangement

In Honor of George Floyd

Life is passing between
Our bodies and our head
But a knee to the neck
Has resulted in dead

Where is humanity
In looting and riot
Yet when we knelt in peace
They disliked our quiet

A matter of inches

A matter of inches
A one-eighty surprise
In the blankness of new
A discovery lies

Adjusting our sails for
Fresh wind and direction
A vertical compass
Artistic expression

Eye of the hurricane

Eye of the hurricane
In an essence of All's
In the vast universe
Godless cold with fireballs

Where the arm of the past
And the future arm meet
In the fifth position
On two pointed-toes feet

I thought of you today

I thought of you today
Like a once well-read book
Put back-up on the shelf
Without a second look

Chapter after chapter
Until the words "The End"
We were the co-authors
And now no longer friend

Forty-eight syllables

Forty-eight syllables
My spine, my vertebrae
Not altering structure
Always changing display

And yet I stand firmly
Unnoticed and untapped
My posturings feel like
Gifts already unwrapped

Words like Jackson Pollack

Words like Jackson Pollack
The phrasing and the pause
Brushstrokes topographic
The word or dangling clause

Touching the stamen root
In the abstract of bloom
Erupting Saint Helens
To disrupt the weft loom

When there is nothing left

When there is nothing left
Last echo, empty palm
Not even mere fragments
Of small dust resting calm

When wishes don't ripple
In the deepest of wells
When stars seem to side-step
When the universe quells

We, the society

We, the society
Locking both swords and shields
Expressing our hatred
War without battlefields

Enjoyment for some while
Others seek better schools
Justice, correctness are
Not majority rules

Previous admission

Previous admission
Standing firm as Stonehenge
This is not mowing grass
Or some droplet of tinge

In both shadows and light
Is a pinnacle Truth
Time cannot reshape it
Evident without sleuth

In this melancholy

In this melancholy
An unsatisfied want
Plunging into pointless
Where my derision haunt

Always taking the bait
Or chasing the carrot
Until my sense of worth
Buoys me with merit

Fallen from the abstract

Fallen from the abstract
Fear for the human race
Finding reality
Upfront and out of grace

Sadness and infighting
Romeo, Juliet
A plague on both houses
Montague, Capulet

We are not defined by

We are not defined by
Astrology or gods
But perceptions are true
The yes, no, maybe nods

All of us ghost writers
In the circle or out
Impressions wrong or right
Give truth a boxing bout

This moment of begin

This moment of begin
The internal panning
Seeking for some solace
Rather than fire fanning

Reacting to much less
Emotions are hard wood
Blooms only on new growth
So it is, as it should

Dreams two point nine miles out

Dreams two point nine miles out

The flat line of a heart

The silence of sound waves

Or where here and there part

Casting past the shimmers

Or white petals of moon

Like light through ajar doors

The escape for marooned

We are the new ancient

We are the new ancient

In the present ago
All of everything now
Shuffles into shadow

Community fabric
Neighborhood tapestry
A mantle turning shroud
Transient majesty

Asking the right questions

Asking the right questions
And calling my own bluff
Seeking to self-propel
When enough is enough

Raising myself up to
A better vantage point
In order to assess Life
And not feel disappoint

Have I truly matured

Have I truly matured
Childlike discoveries
A scarlet tanager
Details not summaries

And will I never cease
To be amazed - the joy
Of science and nature
Emphasizing the boy

My heart breaks when yours breaks

My heart breaks when yours breaks
All of water is one
'Though we cast two shadows
It's a singular sun

In the hole of lost hope
We thread it with future
So the heart can heal fast
Resume after suture

Spent my fortune of years

Spent my fortune of years
With little precision
The sense of an altar
Without a religion

Regretful and boastful
But not leaving a mark
A silence succumbs us
Those who whisper not hark

Find the immaculate

Find the immaculate

Delving much further out

An untouched point in pi

From there begin to scout

And as I plane myself

Like water, reach level

An invite to the World

To join and to revel

Again another loss

Again another loss
It's a sunny Spring day
Unmarked graves in New York
The unclaimed pass away

Racing to return to
Life before the virus
With complete disregard
Van Gogh's one white iris

We are the new ancient

We are the new ancient
In the present ago
All of everything new
Will be something of know

Community fabric
Neighborhood tapestry
A mantle turning shroud
Transient majesty

We are not one people

We are not one people
But only one table
Are the golden children
And the scapegoats able

To sit down together
And agree to a goal
When narcicistic ones
Lack empathy or soul

Each of us numeric

Each of us numeric
Some number short of one
Zero then a decimal
Two meet and make a sum

Couples less than one may
Feel somewhat incomplete
And those greater than one
Exceeding their own feat

Regretting a moment

Regretting a moment
Or collection of days
My own fault or fault line
A fissure in my ways

A landfill or spackle
Wanting to mend my part
My actions did not speak well
Of the truth in my heart

A unique expression

A unique expression
Another currency
Poetic Pacific
Wide open fluency

To live a Life drinking
And emptying each cup
Ending in a hurry
The violin bow up

This is my Atlantis

This is my Atlantis
And on a dry spell day
It surfaces again
An island in a bay

An element, a bone
And never a surprise
It is always there, here!
And merely has to rise

Poetry haute couture

Poetry haute couture
A skilled needle and thread
Placement of syllables
In a wide open breath

The freedom of movement
A touch of avant garde
Constellation of words
On white paper black starred

Beneath the layers of

Beneath the layers of
Regret, sorrows, armor
Liquid fruit springs up from
The greatest source, honor

Spilling out it pureness
Giving future blossom
Even in darkness it
Sees like an opossum

A distance in rhyming

A distance in rhyming
And by definition
No similarities
Not even inflection

I came to fruition
You, a banana peel
I have empathy and
You don't know how I feel

Leary of weary world

Leary of weary world
Exhausted of progress
That gets us nowhere as
We deviate, digress

This social media
Is anti-social's best
No longer face to face
Anonymous protest

Begging for a corner

Begging for a corner
A turning, left or right
A break from an ago
Past tense without invite

A cross pollination
A blending, new crafting
And not the usual
Sever and re-grafting

Spring is arriving to

Spring is arriving to
A great population
Social distancing of
Strangers and relations

The world comes together
Oddly, staying apart
Like stars of a night sky
A constellation chart

We are not like two stones

We are not like two stones
We are two trees planted
Growing in one place up
And out, slightly slanted

We have stood together
Roots firm, weather tested
Both steady and healthy
That robins have nested

We travel from brilliance

We travel from brilliance
Sun moments, sunken posts
A collection of time
Now memories at most

Mixture and chemistry
Sparks like stars are burning
Holes in a vast darkness
In a cosmic turning

Here I am, so simple

Here I am, so simple
Individual one
Coarseness sanded smooth by
Existing, lost or won

Living the fleeting blink
Or the fixated eye
With other travelers
The them, the you, the I

Learning to celebrate

Learning to celebrate
Beginnings and endings
Seeing the miracles
In constant days blending

The right hand raised to oath
To nurture joy not storms
To wear silver linings
As outer uniforms

The end of the questions

The end of the questions
There is no pot of gold
No matter the byway
Answers never unfold

No greater intellect
Than kindness unbridled
So this is our journey
From pauper to titled

Here we are in future

Here we are in future
Did we play our cards right
Did we overstate plans
Have proper oversight

So much unexpected
Happier, less worry
In hindsight our eyes were
Just a tad bit blurry

Painting this painting twice

Painting this painting twice
Victorious mundane
The sun setting again
The tide caught in refrain

Find me the rarest moon
Or a solar eclipse
I am in rotation
Repetitive ellipse

In this great atmosphere

In this great atmosphere
Feeling so art nouveau
Organic and lovely
From head to twirling toe

In the river of grace
Past rapids and the falls
Sun through silver clouds casts
Shadows on whitewashed walls

To find the beginning

To find the beginning
Back to the bulb before
The unopened tulip
The threshold not the door

Youth, inexperience
Sense of discovery
Curiosity itch
Love that is motherly

Survivor suceeding

Survivor suceeding
Forgiveness and healing
The ability to
Move on from the feeling

Refusing to have scar
Recovering the goal
To have come to the knife
And to not have cut soul

Bequeath the forever

Bequeath the forever
This moment on its knees
The baton not passing
No sprouting leaves on trees

Dead end, finality
The unbreakable dam
Nothing to continue
Unknown offspring of am

Excellence allusive

Excellence allusive
Pinnacle with panache
Steeping in the steady
Mediocre kibosh

And with introspection
We must be transparent
Look beyond ourselves
See what is apparent

Soon the magnolia

Soon the magnolia
Will have its Rite of Spring
The disruption, chaos
The voices that can't sing

Together in chorus
So much is out of key
That we somehow perceive
To be in harmony

We lost our private woods

We lost our private woods
The manipulation
The secret exposed and
The interrogation

Two Hansels crawling out
Of the oven and house
From the private woods, we're
Now quiet as a mouse

A small portion of Life

A small portion of Life
Not in longevity
But in taking chances
Success or jeopardy

True to our promises
We become battered rock
One foot nailed to the floor
The other, worn out sock

Pivoting at this point

Pivoting at this point
Choosing new direction
Understanding the past
Accepting reflection

Pulling the bow harder
Future with vast distance
Blank pages decided
All at this one instance

Einstein is requesting help

Einstein is requesting help
Instructions on how-to
Water a new houseplant
He hasn't got a clue

In all the great physics
And universal law
This lack of knowledge is
Endearing and not flaw

Accept the loaf of bread

Accept the loaf of bread
However it may slice
More distinct or common
Snowflake or grain of rice

Find beauty and not fault
Put justices aside
Admire any landscape
From yard to open wide

Pirate in a rowboat

Pirate in a rowboat
Serenely rests at sail
No country, no homeland
No bottom leak to bail

Is there any honor
Life without resistance
No battles, no plank walks
No endless persistence

The past calculations

The past calculations

Have no meaning at all

Not close to the target

And not close to its wall

Much focus on nothing

Now immaterial

A crown made of paper

Falsely imperial

Into the white waltzing

Into the white waltzing
Without a picture frame
Waves outside of oceans
And stars without a name

Distant destination
Beyond fish line and reel
Thoughts thorough and threadbare
The fruit without a peel

The past is wafting through

The past is wafting through

Little things, grand meanings

Definitions of us

All verbs in these dreamings

Thoughts are collecting like

Dust waiting to be swept

Without ability

To grab time and be kept

Askew without tangent

A skew without tangent
In the darkness between
Objects of light hanging
On a black background scene

Far from the nearest star
Longing for together
A compressed galaxy
Concurrent bellwether

These days are mere morsels

These days are mere morsels
Not even crumbs of time
So much spent in raucous
Little movement in mime

The grace of an orchard
Dripping and falling fruit
A table for two while
Time plays a lazy flute

All this and nothing new

All this and nothing new
Even clouds look the same
Where is the discover
Elements without name

A recipe for soul
Can we add to batter
Let in environment
Seek the greater matter

This is a tragedy

This is a tragedy
Warm winters fooling trees
Birds in January
Nesting before a freeze

And yet we celebrate
The warmth is melting heart
Winter far from over
And will it ever start

Embracing the unknowns

Embracing the unknowns
Unleashed like clouds above
Losing the familiar
As fitting as a glove

Inviting absorption
Of dormant spools of thread
Embroidery, serger
Strangers arranged to wed

A small becomes worldly

A small becomes worldly
A seed becomes a tree
A belief now practice
A shackle - liberty!

Once confined, now rampant
Tornado, forest fire
Minor whirlwinds of change
Can make foundations spire

Instantaneous gasp

Instantaneous gasp
In the awe of it all
Witness to the wonder
From sunshine to snowfall

In the intake of breath
Lilac scent in frostbite
Each end of the spectrum
From dark dark to light light

Somewhere in forgotten

Somewhere in forgotten
Where destitute dreams lie
With our love of each day
Unremarkable sky

Are uncut gems and stones
Never to discover
Brother, sister, children
Mother, father, lover

The past is a kite tail

The past is a kite tail
It is needed to fly
But in the kite's crosshairs
The open ended sky

Each of us, a journey
And each of us, a course
The future decided
By past and present source

Living with the questions

Living with the questions
Unable to complete
To survive the unknown
Stalemate and not defeat

Planting seeds regardless
Betting on the weather
Seeking words of wisdom
Amongst all the blether

Lost in the infinite

Lost in the infinite
With a shortness of breath
Surviving the rigor
Pre-rigor mortas death

And with a sense of self
It is hard to give in
To the torrents of time
With no end or begin

Helping the water drain

Helping the water drain
Moving worms to the grass
Watching puddles reflect
Like Victorian glass

Sensing the atmosphere
Trying to understand
The Earth as a bauble
On a garland or strand

It is impossible

It is impossible
When some lack empathy
To find a common bond
Share joy and sympathy

We cannot unify
A denominator
When one sees only self
And never the greater

Not a gem or mica

Not a gem or mica
At last, content as coal
A moon and not the sun
A bone and not a soul

The flint and not the spark
Stone that won't shale apart
And the stability
Of walls without the heart

Days as abstract as clouds

Days as abstract as clouds
The steady stars and sky
Routine after routine
And endless questions why

In the middle of All
Mountain top, desert ditch
One breath to peace and grace
Before the start of itch

Falling here once again

Falling here once again
Not just circumstances
Or the environment
My own fault, not chances

And in the dusting off
When the clouds dissipate
I may be in the clear
But still feel heavy weights

In the emotional

In the emotional
When the winds have calmed down
Assessing the damage
When the verb is now noun

Eradicating roots
So no growth at the trunk
Planting a flower bed
In the rich soil of bunk

Tied to the unravel

Tied to the unravel
A sunken ship anchor
Buried with buried heart
Yet my own strength sank her

Letting time take its course
Asking to let it sleep
That was then, here is now
Press on in lieu of weep