28 December 2009

A Flowerville excursion--
Where all seems in bloom
In this misremembered June.
Did the dark-eyed lady in specs
Take a snap of a rose she'd seen only in prose?
Yes. From which negative, contact-prints
Of petaled affirmation made.
What perfumed desires
Evoked these scented turves of earth?
The cobbled constrictions of place,
Of race, of imbibed inclination.
Now is both a place and time and the same as then.

21 December 2009

The intentions of a winter tree are crafty-pure;
Not to bide, but render the time
With a sentinel dark
Presence of held air and earth:
No hour borne to furnish a white field,
But to moment its standing withal.

13 December 2009

The counted hour bemoans its state--
Jostled by its sequent fellow,
Diminished with addition,
And by an unmoving present moved--
Its breathing fleetness
Become a stone of memory.

07 December 2009

Open umbrellas on the floor
Fragrant lightly of the rain--
The light-voiced air of the rain in the room
At the tense surface of hearing
Charming the books and dust
And a watcher of beads
On open umbrellas.

03 December 2009

What are the minimal requirements
For the beauty and the holiness?
Following the wind
Could these fit in a wave of tree tops?
That sweep to the bay
To the ocean white caps--
Blindness for the holy to see through other eyes;
And beauty to frame what is,
Sea, forest, and all.

29 November 2009

Wonder not at an essence,
Or sift a pattern for its spring--
What is hidden's not unfound,
Hazard and habit is one thing.
The morning light has no intention,
Nor's weaving shadow art's invention.

22 November 2009

As besotted with clouds
As thought wanting shape,
As one seeking consequence
In a bottle of air--
What seems found, isn't there.
The eye mismeasures to the degree
The beholder projects his quality.

18 November 2009

Small words, and blue,
As if melancholy had haste or simplicity,
And efficient calamity 'compassed
With a semaphore of doubt--
Released-- from affection's habit,
And the time become no hour at all,
Alien to oneself.

16 November 2009

Musical insinuation
Within your private ear
Sounds emotioned purview
No other may hear.
This precarious displacement
Of internal affairs
Is an oblique rearrangement
To a scoring of cares.
That particulate free form
That echoes the primal day
Is a natural analogue
Of tuned patterns that stay.

13 November 2009

The discovered country's time--
That undimensioned point
Lent by memory phantom length
By supposition breadth,
In which its finders seeming flow,
Naming the motions of mind and limb hours
And stitched narratives a life,
Yet ever in one place,
From alpha to omega.