Inside the Cold, I Burn

brawling souls unleashed

projecting inner darkness

into love’s lesson

—

knowing the nothing

essential clarity

unfolding in waves

—

detached awareness

suppressing desire, for

art’s pure expression

—

beyond attraction

false polarity ensues

seeking the untruth

—

bound in icicles

direct focus maintained by

persistence of will

—

honor your mind

with simple clarity of thought

provided here, free

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houses built of light

beating in time with our heart

as bodies go boom

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Hawk

Unfettered, rising into dawn together,

Outside time, upon lofty feathers.

Crossing paths across bright

Beams of sun off the horizon.

Ignorant of man, in his false command,

Hovering arcs with talons so sharp.

Beauty in motion, swooping apart.

Gathered together, after hitting mark.

Embracing their birth, feasting on earth,

Prouder still then, returning to hens.

Master of nests, flyer never rests. .

 

Stone Mountains to Concrete Jungles

hidden in tree tops
airy orchestra
vocalising breeze
—
staring through sunshine
shimmering mirage, her face
breathlessly waiting
—
stillness of nature
softly reflecting eyes
gazing idly away
—
thick sticky droplets
dampening eager licking
whisps of carbon dust
—
gliding through bass beats
muscles tight across her back
waving emotion
—
between loving streams
interwoven webs tangle
yearning of heart
—
accepting kindness
gracious hosts invite progress
designing future
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Haiku Tuesday Under Heavy Clouds

a distant roaring

ebbing daily as the moon

nightly sheds her light

—

gliding through midair

momentarily stopping

consuming essence

—

words catalyzing

outer manifestation

of wishes divine

—

breaching the mirror

displays only reflections

of past silhouettes

—

thundering ego

seeks satisfaction

repressing lightness

—

lightspeed warmth flowing

coronal mass ejection

through distant vacuum

—

winds blowing stronger

across darkening night skies

inner storms howling

—

Haiku Tuesday [Autumn Breeze Edition]

chill grows the air

blowing over rolling hills

under autumn sky

—

caught beneath the stare

millions of miles away

reflecting energy

—

clear the sky may be

but visions past & future

cloud the future’s path

—

seated, unmoving

recalling those ancient hills

over which he once reigned

—

propelled by sunset

caught upon old zephyr’s breath

gently swaying pines

—

beneath the sunset

diving through unseen currents

gold flecked wings of black

—

 

Haiku Tuesday [California Dreaming Edition]

Please pardon the hiatus, I’ve been vacationing & exploring the great state of California and haven’t had computer access. The time here has been quite inspirational and this shall be the first of many works inspired by this trip. So without further ado, here we go…

 

leaky faucets drip

ebbing away secrets, meant

to be held by love

—

floating through midair

hawk gazing from lofty heights

dispensing wisdom

—

adventures beyond

accustomed comfort

to new horizons

—

fading into night’s

embrace of silent beauty

laying by my side

—

a new day begins

expanding our horizons

into bright future

—

advantage awaits

those minds which surrender to

the power of love

—

reality blurred

not by blindness but rather

clear inner vision

—

situations change

even when action does not

steadfastness prevails

—

reincarnation

opening new frontiers through

receptivity

—

footfalls echoing

across a glassy canvas

shifting sands of time

—

bountiful treasures

hidden within webs laying

quiet, undisturbed

—

gaily rising sun

dispelling chilly night air

as I gently sway

& The Rain Falls Gently

Words written by a butterfly, beauty in simplicity.

“I sit before flowers

hoping they will train me in the art

of opening up.

I stand upon mountaintops believing

that avalanches will teach me

to let go.

I know

nothing.

But I am here to learn.”

—

You’re only a poet if you show it

Mixing words with your verbs

Twisted all up with herbs.

Smiling high on them feet.

Eating cheese on the street

Spreading love through the beat

Of a sound so profound

Of abundance, be proud.

—

I look inward, not knowing

what I will find.

Waiting for something to emerge

that I may stand behind.

We need no shelter from the storm,

only a vessel that can traverse the form.

A Picture of a Planet.

Made on a cool sunny morning in the presence of a muse

Haiku Tuesday

standing silently

feeling vibrations within

the stillness of peace

—

hidden in nothingness

what wondrous beauty lay here

o hopeful canvas

—

gently arched forward

into the fading sunset

flowers in the breeze

—

caught in an updraft

shadow whispers over sand

slipping into blue

—

shining inner light

weaving invisible threads

out of the darkness

—

conjured images

arising from every stroke

deftly moving hands

 

 

 

 

Coconut Ode

Upon the shores of eternity

Waving in the ocean breeze

Where the land and water squeeze

Into an elemental trinity

Cycling through infinity

Suns energy flows in the trees

Cascading over bough & leaves.

Oh so mighty in its stance,

Coconuts hanging from the branch

Fragrant wood smells of romance

Island fare that falls to ground

Relieving pain & also cramps

Filled with water much enhanced