Fleeting
iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced
–
awestruck…
nature
at her finest
iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced
–
awestruck…
nature
at her finest
the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana
after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney
since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope
don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score
–
what you see
I choose
to show
drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface
bandaged wedding vows
broken trust slowly healing
despite all the pain
–
loss…
mostly
regained
a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink
–
an obligation
the contract
signed in blood
escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace
–
bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting
in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush
–
shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative