come the drift as
voices fade away
the taste of ash
'cross my tongue
distrust, the taste
of dream
bone hands stolen
of twilight childe
hold onto me, hold
waiting to come
Photo by enkuu smile_ on Unsplash i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of springTo like, click comments or:
waiting to come
venus in firs
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash gather us now
at fingerposts &
streetlamps in the fir
bone crunching the
frostcrust snow
under our woolen
scarlet, some
edges cut thin
"how do you do?"
"i am well, and you?"
"fine, i couldn't
be better."
"it's cold, we should
have a bit of tea."
— and so forth
and so on as the
sleigh bells silver
their ever closer in
a pale empress coming
could you not
see all is well as
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venus in firs
pict-too
Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash a slendering into irrelevance
pict-too pict-too painted blue
—and now the unwanting
to crawl down to bed in seek
to find a dream in shiftspace
between the you and the me
that clackbone cracking
after the summer, corewood
once living, now dead
kiss me before the afterglow fades
pict-too pict-too all painted blue
to slip to my slendering againTo like, click comments or:
pict-too
eyes play
Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash growing at distance
eyes play watchmen
observing in steel as
a hand strokes in time
with the machineTo like, click comments or:
eyes play
sudden summer
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com sudden summer rain
calls to the napping
of grey dark the room
i still ache to dream
winter tales,
winter songTo like, click comments or:
sudden summer
The long drive, connectivity and tech
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash In my post where I mentioned I will be busy this summer with things that take me away from posting here quite so frequently, I alluded to a lack of connectivity for a spell as being one of those reasons. Well, those plans are starting to firm up and I will be incommunicado near the end of July for about 5-10 days.
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The long drive, connectivity and tech
crash
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash distractions become bliss with
the fever of fingers dancing
in the darkest shadows and
a kiss before that small death
where stars blur and blend
slipstream into one present
into rising waves of pasts
beyond remembering
to crash into youTo like, click comments or:
crash
etchcarve
Photo by Dylan Whoriskey on Unsplash i carve the etch of me
all whalebone & darksea
a riprap black taking
all wavecast offerings
adding to that nightinked
& lowing in underwave,
that etchcarve of meTo like, click comments or:
etchcarve
tossing a rune — 16jun25
mannaz tangled on wyrding
bonds stretched to strain
cairn flags flutter in
the winds set aflameAnother rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is mannaz, which has a core meaning of “man”. The extension of the rune also includes “mankind” or “human”. Going further, some have interpreted this rune to mean rational thinking, family, social order and self-awareness.
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tossing a rune — 16jun25
