Clouds on kite strings crashing

Clouds on kite strings crashing

Broken but groundbreaking 

Life spent marching trenches

Reality aching

Little time for beauty

Balancing awl and awe

Transcribing my journey

I am the real macaw 

Here in a subtraction

Here in a subtraction 

Lesser and fewer days

Entangled with air filled

With questions and delays

Crop driven finish lines

Unattended races

Content with sparse movement

These crumbs my mere traces

Anything new is new

Anything new is new

No matter star or speck

The heavens astonish

So too, the water fleck

More brave to say yes and

Pursue the wide unknown

From external vastness

Back to the marrow bone

These reluctant shadows

These reluctant shadows

Still here when light is gone

Like clouds in asphalt fixed

In outlines loosely drawn

Intangible touching

A Pollack masterpiece

Movement but not moving 

Even with elbow grease

Masculinity threat

Masculinity threat

Simple as a feather

Are they not the snowflakes

In social change weather

A man is a man, no less

But couldn’t they be more

If pink poses weakness

There is no inner core

I am here but not rock

I am here but not rock

Say it, we must say it

Soon no hands on the clock

Display it, convey it

Fall in love with a cloud

Know it is not terrain

Temporary out loud 

Cirrostratus or rain

Pandering a ponder

Pandering a ponder

The past needs gravity

Broken tightrope graveyards

Forgotten cavity

Reminiscing remorse

Reverse the drawbridge now

And let the cradle fall

Recollections and bough

Why the Juliet knife

Why the Juliet knife

A loss greater than self

The anchor sinking boat

Wall collapsing with shelf

Importance misplaced with

Sacrifice and despair

Crusade the inner one

Before beyond repair 

Bleakness welcomes me with

Bleakness welcomes me with

Canvases painted white

Needing another coat

The pentimento might

Shouting out the echoes 

Where can an answer hide

The moon parts the sea in

The ocean coda tide

You are so lovely you

You are so lovely you

Both of us finding gold

In pans full of pebbles

Together we’ve grown old

Only wishing the best

Simplicity of stream

Merrily merrily

Our Life is but a dream 

Decades losing meaning

Decades losing meaning

New generations land

Looking upwards not down

On shoulders where they stand

Stories separated 

Emotions now cement

The tree keeps on growing

Despite this hard lament

A page already pressed

A page already pressed

When all options were void

In a narrow crosswalk

Dodging an asteroid

Future mountains of youth

Insurmountable rise

Intermittent plateaus

Mistakes, chances and wise

Alarming surrender

Alarming surrender

And with no sense of scale

The sinking and sunkness 

The wrought iron impale

Encapsulated space

Butterfly to cocoon 

Invitation to time

To deliver too soon

I was a cliff dweller

I was a cliff dweller

No passage into space

The wide world widely framed

Ungiving, robbing grace

Thoughts dead ended beckoned

Had I not broken stare

Finding feet in clover

Not climbing steps of air

Hearts beginning courtship

Hearts beginning courtship

Dancing candy apples

Winter’s weakened powers

Still rearing and grapples

Yellow dandelions 

Soon grey galaxy stars

Getting caught in a breeze

Like bees fleeing from jars

Wringing April storm clouds

Wringing April storm clouds

Out from under bat wings

Into a wide space of

The emptiness of things

Each stepping day colors 

Blooms rising from a tomb

Pushed like a rushing crowd

One doorway from a room

Off from the straighter line

Off from the straighter line

In the here on a curve

Blind past and future and

Necessity to swerve

Accepting the moment

So many of us arc

Straight lines tangent but we

Set off again, embark

Seeking simplicity

Seeking simplicity 

Today gathering light

This evening counting stars

And here, the rhyme of night

Outside complexity

Find a wandering hum

The flight of bumblebees 

And the absence of drum

Blistering exactness

Blistering exactness

A carpenter’s wedges

Painted clouds versus clouds

My thoughts Rothko edges

Abandoning borders

Past the petulant why

Upward and outward where

Huginn and Muninn fly

Still murky after all

Still murky after all

Rose hip years not rosy

What ifs now why didn’ts

Stark truth versus posey

A borrowed happiness

Returns empty handed

Forfeited days stacking

Not moving and candid

Another boxing day

Another boxing day 

I take the center ring

To only fight myself

A right hook then a swing

I own my own actions

It will make me better

My awareness penning

A self-addressed letter