I will be a Christmas tree
Against a fine forest
Of maples oaks and coconuts
With birds named Jim and Doris.
But it won’t be a fantasy
Because I’ll have grown old
My friends or kids will put me in
The earth.
Because
birds will be baubles
and stars will be lights
with you here beside me
at last in the heights.
April 4, 2018
Some things forgive.
Tightly in my heart I felt.
The moon was landing.
Drawn across the blinded dog doors was a single yellow thread.
I let the clouds in and the day seated like egg whites into bread.
Lose your courage for an instant, Karen.
Be here. I understand, but I do not
It was as radiant as the sunny river that flows into the sea,
Bands sounded and flickered banding,
Grew like moss.
Soft moss,
In the caves of a lagoon,
In a forest of lamps.
I could not see it, but I see it.
And it frightens me.
What am I remembering?
I can’t tell. But I tell you now
The moss is messing with me.
It drops my crown to the floor
Of the dark cavern
My crown did not prescribe the shatter
But the clack prescribed the chicken?
I am messing with the moss.
The moon was landing.
Drawn across the blinded dog doors was a single yellow thread.
I let the clouds in and the day seated like egg whites into bread.
Lose your courage for an instant, Karen.
Be here. I understand, but I do not
It was as radiant as the sunny river that flows into the sea,
Bands sounded and flickered banding,
Grew like moss.
Soft moss,
In the caves of a lagoon,
In a forest of lamps.
I could not see it, but I see it.
And it frightens me.
What am I remembering?
I can’t tell. But I tell you now
The moss is messing with me.
It drops my crown to the floor
Of the dark cavern
My crown did not prescribe the shatter
But the clack prescribed the chicken?
I am messing with the moss.
Lovesong for Spring
For season that gives bless’ed days in light,
Your comely looks will ever leave the shore;
For you a snowdrop land out for delight,
I wait and yearn for honeyed sound: amour.
Oh budding youth and binding honest smells,
No bird nor figure did evoke my mind;
Your sweet, your caprice tale in spring we tell,
Your dream of slumber wrote for me designed.
For you bloom lily, iris, rose with charm,
That dance, that laugh and soothe red eyes so sore;
So arrows cushion frays within your arms!
Complete devotion of my heart to yours.
By you my lonely heart shall be adored,
Go onwards, so our journey upwards soars.
Your comely looks will ever leave the shore;
For you a snowdrop land out for delight,
I wait and yearn for honeyed sound: amour.
Oh budding youth and binding honest smells,
No bird nor figure did evoke my mind;
Your sweet, your caprice tale in spring we tell,
Your dream of slumber wrote for me designed.
For you bloom lily, iris, rose with charm,
That dance, that laugh and soothe red eyes so sore;
So arrows cushion frays within your arms!
Complete devotion of my heart to yours.
By you my lonely heart shall be adored,
Go onwards, so our journey upwards soars.
who am i thinking of myself to be?
i’ve been dreaming sometimes
of a world where i would not
hold my actions to the light and let my heart examine them
and release stress and push away full understanding
because i imagine how this would be written in a story.
am i not to just live,
just breathe and just be
without any connection to art
or imaginings of if
i was described?
of a world where i would not
hold my actions to the light and let my heart examine them
and release stress and push away full understanding
because i imagine how this would be written in a story.
am i not to just live,
just breathe and just be
without any connection to art
or imaginings of if
i was described?
ashy pawed caution
it scares me sometimes when i hear noises
or imagine shadows below the skies
where i wonder what if thunders
(even if it could be kind)
my heart bears burdened caution
that marks ashy paws beside.
it scares me sometimes when i think of monsters
and some gruesome image sticks inside
my mind
i can’t get rid of it
stood and felt discouraged
by my freedom
(yet knowing to march on despite).
it scares me when i see people as art even in the slightest more than the slightest of ways
i’ve heard too much about what can happen if that thinking leads astray.
my soft heart that i let do its own findings
steers its own ship in accordance to mine
(some say a little ahead of me.)
and i let it be natural, with some rules,
it glows pleasantly in my hearth,
burns sometimes wildlike above
a sealike dragon shadow
waterfall conscious between my toes.
to lose your rhyme,
constraint overtaking observance,
love muffled by fur smiles,
home time lingered in a grimace.
dark reviewing of your daylife
sat alone in eve silent
flattened spirit mumbling whys.
now,
i let my heart command -
at once my steering boat is light
oars hold hands with purpose
serene reason floats by side.
in the night, i still shudder
and i wring my hands before
a sight monstrous in my mind
just pauses that should come
let me breathe.
a sea floats across these wiles.
or imagine shadows below the skies
where i wonder what if thunders
(even if it could be kind)
my heart bears burdened caution
that marks ashy paws beside.
it scares me sometimes when i think of monsters
and some gruesome image sticks inside
my mind
i can’t get rid of it
stood and felt discouraged
by my freedom
(yet knowing to march on despite).
it scares me when i see people as art even in the slightest more than the slightest of ways
i’ve heard too much about what can happen if that thinking leads astray.
my soft heart that i let do its own findings
steers its own ship in accordance to mine
(some say a little ahead of me.)
and i let it be natural, with some rules,
it glows pleasantly in my hearth,
burns sometimes wildlike above
a sealike dragon shadow
waterfall conscious between my toes.
to lose your rhyme,
constraint overtaking observance,
love muffled by fur smiles,
home time lingered in a grimace.
dark reviewing of your daylife
sat alone in eve silent
flattened spirit mumbling whys.
now,
i let my heart command -
at once my steering boat is light
oars hold hands with purpose
serene reason floats by side.
in the night, i still shudder
and i wring my hands before
a sight monstrous in my mind
just pauses that should come
let me breathe.
a sea floats across these wiles.
let myself be held
i let myself be held by others
in this i held myself
and let my heart be listened to
though i kept it full for me.
(sometimes you don’t feel to share)
and lit up dragon moon leaves
glimmering as if suns
reflect on green,
in there i saw my spirit
rise and drop like dewdrops
held together by breath breeze.
seadom filled with starlight
and rocks caving in to spite
lest my heart still wonder
painful i can now say here there’s light.
in the glowing painful darkness
i see it isn’t dark at all,
full filling mountain snow born
let my eyes remember dawn.
i am slowly dripping images
like a waterwall i cascade
rhymes that seem too grand
to conquer the low feeling
(feeling flat)
but it works.
it works.
it works great.
in this i held myself
and let my heart be listened to
though i kept it full for me.
(sometimes you don’t feel to share)
and lit up dragon moon leaves
glimmering as if suns
reflect on green,
in there i saw my spirit
rise and drop like dewdrops
held together by breath breeze.
seadom filled with starlight
and rocks caving in to spite
lest my heart still wonder
painful i can now say here there’s light.
in the glowing painful darkness
i see it isn’t dark at all,
full filling mountain snow born
let my eyes remember dawn.
i am slowly dripping images
like a waterwall i cascade
rhymes that seem too grand
to conquer the low feeling
(feeling flat)
but it works.
it works.
it works great.