Nightfall
darkness covers the day like
an eves-dropping neighbor,
we search the halls of our
imagination in silence, hours
after shadows cover our thoughts,
the day disrobes its enchantment
heads rest their weariness,
eyes, heavy at last exchange
parting glances with consciousness
and the wind bends, lending
its compassion, cooling the
climate of all our regrets.
Lines
thin lines on the paper
disconnect an appearance,
shading and blending
curving their straightness,
a form emerges rough and crude;
thin lines on the paper turn thick,
flattened by accumulation,
form impressions mirrored by
calculations and a scientist with
a portable canvas lab makes his rounds
with wooden instruments and paint
explores the unknown and finishes
the puzzle with a final cube but
not enough paint to solve the riddle.
Articulation
we articulate our experiences
in nondescript bundles
wrapped in threads of doubt
and on our backs we carry all
like an Argentina pack mule;
bring your opportunities
with you wearisome traveler,
your direction is seeking even
though your way seems unclear,
and your peers move on their
own paths to their oblivions.
A Gentle Touch
and our touch wrapped around our
bodies like an electro-magnetic field,
an eclipse of feelings...
harder at the smaller diameters,
pulled us together into tighter
ever decreasing concentric circles...
as if, when pressed together our
bodies must find a way of fitting,
must be paired as equal parts of a whole;
our pre-formed illusions drink in the
sensations like a sponge on a reservoir,
we absorb each other's influence until
our emptiness loses it attraction...
a meal eaten too quickly
without desert leaving us hungry
while all the others have been forgotten
we are left with the abstraction.
Mountain Top
one stood on a mountain top looking
for an answer until the altitude of thought
produced a not so obvious nose bleed;
one stood in a valley waist deep in flowers,
waiting for a sign from the mountain top,
a boy passed by the fields stood idle watching
then sat on a rock by the fence gate pondering;
a young man at a brisk pace walked by the
young boy and he got up and followed...
all morning he following the young man
until his tired legs forced him to sit down but first
moved to the other side and watched him disappear;
lost and scared he sat beside the road crying
wishing he had remained with his two brothers.
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