Posted in Poetry on Jan 1st, 1994 No Comments »
the lines they connect in words unspeakable
unutterable, muttering sounds the mouth cannot say
just meshing from one thought to the next without border
definition not function but a galaxy a solar system
feeling not emotion or conscious thought
pictures unchanging not fleeting not permanent
just sit there and read the idle mind
that lets slip a metaphor of pain or [...]
Posted in Poetry on Jan 1st, 1994 No Comments »
welcome to the frozen puddles
welcome to the frosty clouds of breath
welcome warm hands, thick blankets
hello, madam winter,
heart of hot spiced cider,
fingertips of arctic chill
sleep with me till spring thaw
sleep ‘neath crystal roof on beds of down
welcome madam winter,
bosom of nutmeg, cinnamon and cloves.
Posted in Poetry on Jan 1st, 1994 No Comments »
Listen to me, child,
for I am old and wise
and know not more than you.
Listen to me, and the world
will change beneath your
sun squinted eyes.
Hold in your hand
the treasures of youth
for I am old and wise.
Hold in your heart
the evil of ancestry
for I know not more.
Trace circles in sand
while you still can bend
and point the [...]