Rainier’s blue outline / surreal in the yellow sky / sends me off with awe

Whispered Dreams

Your breathing serenades
my whispered dreams,
rising and falling in the night.

http://www.poetic-alchemy.blogspot.com

Autumn Crescent

Curled up into the perfect arc
of an autumn moon,
love, soft and mellow.... read more

Swamp Baller

Unhooked, some fish with ripped lips just truck upside down.

Winter's Gift

Winter’s haze
envelopes the visible
in a ghostly blur of
veiled solitude.

Post Modern Parking Meter

No Need To complain,
no need to get spastic.
Don't have any change?
Feed the meter...

Children on the Playground

Shooting stars zipping around a plastic and metal solar system blue and green and yellow flushed with fiery exuberance...

Slip

Loose falls the night gown /

flower slip softly gathers /

silk pile on the shag

New York, '94

The doctor said Don’t trust people
who don’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan
don’t trust people who don’t like the beach
and don’t ever trust people
who say they don’t like dogs
and then he walked into the ocean
and just disappeared for awhile
well he found love in some guitarist’s apartment
in the end we find ourselves in our friends
while we crash in the waves together

Wiccan Dipsplit

just when so many naked people are against me,

aigh need people naked against me, and thayr not.

Eco

Thirty thousand feet / in a flying tube of folks / on my way back home

Near Neah Bay

Rude hewn branch ladder / climbing up the ancient tree / stairway to heaven

Frustration

Frustration

A bee

Settled

On the wall

Of my room,

Pathetically

Pollinating

Paper flowers.

I noticed this

And I cried.

First published in Flight of a Bee (Gazebo Books, 1978) Copyright Colin Gordon-Farleigh

The Feather

The feather drifted slowly

from the soaring gull

to land on dirty water

at the midnight toll.

...

White Lion

Summer's end. Golden lions grow white with age-- They will wave their offspring away And wither to a roarless death

...

Sucking Beacon

...to be creatures who will eat through song for an invite to a place where space bends.

Old African Woman

Old African Woman

In the rear-view mirror I see you;

your silent reflection

slowly passing behind my car.

The time-worn bones of your body

rag-wrapped,

bent, and slightly warped

by age and experience:

spine hunched, grotesquely,

neck pulled downward

by the dull-bright hanging

of the brass crucifix,

suspended by its heavy chain.

Constant mobility,

beating

on your empty breasts,

sucked dry of their vitality

by endless, eager lips.

Your steady, shuffling gait

a vague reminder of your

distant, proud withdrawal.

From Fragments of Earth, published by Voice Publications, 2006. Copyright, Colin Gordon-Farleigh

Speechless Love

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/speechless-love.html

SPEECHLESS LOVE.

Words will only steal the moment!

Please don't say them! They are trite!

Every love-song says 'I love you',

They're not new! Not shiny-bright!

If we two could have invented

Words of passion, ours alone,

I'd have revelled in your statement,

I'd have gloried in your tone.

But those words that surely flutter

Round your lips and beg for speech,

They're the words of other lovers,

All too easily in reach.

Please don't say them! You'll debase it,

This great happiness I feel,

Turn it into ho-hum language,

When the feeling is so real!

They are spattered over romance,

Like a pattern on a dress,

Meaningless when duplicated,

Just a pretty-pretty mess!

Men who're cheating on their spouses

Use those words to get their way;

One-night-standers, sugar-daddies

Always start things off that way!

So please don't say them, though you mean them!

They are not some precious prize!

All I need is that expression,

Shining, silent, from your eyes.

*

Winter’s Discontented

An early winter has descended
without warning,
bringing a constellation of icicles,
chilling and pointed,
that offer a crystalline pilgrimage
through the unforgiving night air
and point me toward the North Star.
(Winter's Discontented continues here)