Tag: betwixt and between

  • adrift

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    flood homes we float
    from staircase to stair
    debris seeking alone

    adrift, scattered words
    waterstained india black
    flowing as souls do wet

    hands our fingers bite
    sending words awry
    breaking fountains
         feathered

    washing stone

  • south lane

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    these shadows on the moon
    cast a face of yours in pale
    throwing stars numbered
    sharp, cutting and fallen
    will we remain the unforgiven?

    in one year or three
    we will see if you walk
    down south lane dreams
    see if knots truly bind or
    if unkindly ones give tell

    the ocean's scent carries
    even here

  • the fool

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    finally, a step into tomorrow
    i shook my head, no no no
    we won't go back to those
    we won't go back

    for here is alone in the
    beat of the drum of the
    heart of the wood in the
    dreaming of the years
    now

    shadowfall & the
    autumn decay bursting
    forth underboot scenting
    my way home

  • burning inside

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    burning inside and writhing
    with their words spoken
    during long ghost nights
    carried in smoke on the wind
    hey hey sang they hey hey
    medicine for the longing within

    passing white sage silver
    on the circle all around
    the pounding of our hearts
    the bellows of our winds and
    the burning inside and
    the burning within

  • rivers wide

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    masks we ride rivers wide
    banks staring blank, empty
    ancestors begging forgiveness --
    what have we done?

    slipping night waters
    at the edge of blood tides
    moon mother moon
    what have we done?

    careless, that whispered jetty
    rock dark, broken shore
    still that heart's beating
    what have we done?

  • we ever we

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    we ever we
    on edge turning
    forest child lost
    her hands her
    finger slips
    over leaves
    over wood

    we ever we
    can be can be
    innocent songs
    again—

    she cuts she
    shadows on wind
    shadows on song
    of
    we ever we