01 May 2022

4050

 4050
Nature's imp, a fragility
Lights my sleep's hid conceits
Like a noon at midnight;
A bedded thought to block the sun,
And a shadow to touch my arm:
This long day's day is done.

23 February 2022

4048

4048
In this behavioral suite
An eager peevishness
Rooms youth undone;
Pointless exactitude
Scrapes at sufficiency;
A fearful retrospection
Is penance in a broken door.
What sere dream of abandonment
Bent this stained and polished floor?

 

30 January 2022

4047


4047
An inconsequential illness
After a period
Proved a comma in a sentence
Of the narrative in
That slighty armature:
What's seen becomes your own
In a very small place.
Outside is a different hour
Wide in its careless space.
 

26 December 2021

4046

4046
Ever on the edge:
On the verge of innocence
When shadows uncalled for
In perspective lie unfelt;
Til reflection on a border
Bends it,
Measurement veer the line,
And what's between is mine.
 



25 November 2021

4045

 4045
Punctilious this fear
That knocks at its hour
With a spectral writ;
Quick proceeder!
Of myself
Author and deliverer.

08 September 2021

4042

4042
Each moment with its fellow joint
Makes a present curiously wrapt
With every yesterday;
Till the enclosing ribbon
Has weightless run its way.

14 August 2021

4041

4041
Pervious to sparrows,
Who leave seeds in my pockets:
To unpointed minutia,
That knots into myself;
Memory, that tends what I see,
Too the just past, that suits my brevity.
 

05 June 2021

4039

4039
At the intersection of memory
And its making partners
Of the moon and circumstance
Stands solitude's totem,
To which the sun itself is correspondent,
Though it be but a sand of recollection,
A dim vespers to a festival
Of the figured I. 

23 April 2021

4037

4037

I live by the way
When not looking but
At the cat's green eye,
The heavy snow and wall of sky,
And maybe Bruegel's hunters trudging by
On the way to eternity
Borne with a patient eye
As weightless as the snow and sky.

 

26 December 2020

4034

4034

To pass is forever

Yet out the window nothing really moves,

Not the crossing geese, the parking cars,

The intermittent face; the dailyness:

As if eternity were a point,

A present moment.

07 November 2020

4029

4029 

A clout on the head

With a word from wind

To wood made me wordless:

Such respite!

To sense without reflection

Like a cat at a window.



05 September 2020

4025

4025

Full flowers most unseasonably

Lush even to the cobbles where

Oval shadows of leaves tremble

With the air

Ephemeral as a glance,

Remember?

Virtual lilac rosemary violet

Infused corridors bloomed,

Like courts in panoply,

Long in show yet short in everyway

External.