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Ghost o’ the Blues.
Whip-poor-will guilt -bucket is a tempting dark pit
Filled with born-too-soon moon blues;
My po’ blister’d goin’-nowhere-fast feet don’t fit
My muddy-water, busted shoes.
A fractional tip of another-too-far mile
Weight of the world, tear-blade shoulder
Just ain’t possible fo’ single man-chile
To feel more deserted or get any colder.
My Cold-Silver Princess
This question-prompt night, I feel the
Travel-far wind of her passing –
My cold-silver princess moon –
As it gently settles its precious
White-ice powder
On my aching soul and
Mischief and Silver
Always
She moves towards me,
Paying no mind to whether
The moon be full or no.
She drifts away,
In sun-time
Or in shadow.
Kissing The Madness
When I think,
Think of the space I left behind,
Beneath those happy-stars,
Between those friendly-hills,
Before those deep-green, lover-eyes.
The place I left behind
Empty
This still evening
Cool cloudscape bubbles rise,
Spread across the horizon
Like ogre’s thrice warmed,
Ugly supper beans:
Grey, slow, irresistible.
Be Sure
Be certain-sure that the full
Treasure-moon also rises; that
elven-blued stars wing across autumn skies
In the rich fairy lands; the realms we
May be lucky enough to glimpse
Only behind our eyelids;
Beyond our fragile, tip-toe dreams.
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Darker Than of Late
Equinox-near morning
Is darker than those of late.
The tack-carry walk passes
In glorious, spiritual-dawn silence.
This
Is one of those rare
Hawk-holds-breath moments:
When the sky sits still
On the lies and ribs
Of the grey horizons;
Before wind stirs,
Before moon rises …
When, invisible and sublime
A minstrel bird in ancient tree
Gives the peace-to-all prayers
That day’s end deserves;
That invite us to take as much
As we need for hurting selves –
And a little bit extra
To spread around.
25/7/2013
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