Eyes Turned Inward

The film has finally returned
to sheathe my eyes,
filter the figments of the world,
and make this sparsely colored landscape
another memory
written between the lines

our stories never told

my love for you a giant with hands the size of sky's in massive boots you walk my thoughts and leave behind footprints deep as oceans i write a thousand stories starring you,starring me,on horseback across deserts in large quilted beds on the edge of the canyons you stomp out for us or falling out of gods hands into piles of autumn leaves In these stories.. you love me grand we rush through everything we dance out of highs On horseback,covered in leaves wrapped in quilts resting against massive thumbs we nod along the melody of time passing and smile at long steady winds we are whirlwinds. hurrying. frantic. throughout our rapture but still take that minute more to fall into love's wide open mouth

New Years Haiku

New Years Haiku

New Years we look back

Rethink sins of days now past

should could would it were

Where God touches sky

Where God touches sky you pry my eyes away
to play upon an evidence of a beauty transcendent.
Dark and chaotic, sweet as sunshine, and you play

Ploughing

The living flesh of the field

fell away from the blade,

the landscape suddenly

both fragile and solid.

Plough on ?

Coming of Age

I’m trying to live while I’m still sane,
but everyday tests my patience
Conquering the morning sun
has become a chore
Dining on a feast
of forgotten future ends
has become my nightly ritual
and it leaves the taste
of frayed vertebrae
on my hopeless tongue

All we are is all we are

And the feeling will come again, wary, alive

This day shall flee, misty before the air

And I will seek the road back, wondering why

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Sleight of Hand

A doe-eyed rabbit out of a hat...read more

Sleight of Hand

A doe-eyed rabbit out of a hat...read more

Sleight of Hand

A doe-eyed rabbit out of a hat...read more

Magic Friday 12/12

The magic is less Without your arms holding me Anticipation

I dreamt a dog

I dreamt a dog:

long ears and a

whip tail;

tan face and a

jet body;

deep eyes and a

pink tongue. [more]

Edge

Does the blade know the stone

strips the faintest whisper of steel

from the edge it leaves behind ?

Does the stone know the stolen steel

that clings to it, changing its face ?

The best conversations ......

More ?

I saw your eyes today

I saw your eyes today on a scowled face. I was on the bus from Brixton to Kennington. Last week, I caught your smile on a foreign waiter when I looked up from my drink. [more]

A Diamante

Playing with a new type of poetry for me. I submit this as my first post as part of this community.

Knight

Righteous, strong

Fighting, jousting, feasting

Honorable, loyal, important, noble . . . to the poetry blog

My general blog

Carrot Haiku

Entangled Tuber/ Ripe autumnal roots entwined/ Bugs bunny love baton

Stranger stories

Inside a want that was not known as such.

Outside a train perforated the familiar blackness.

The iron tide of my childhood.

Behind every window a life.

More ?