Tag: betwixt and between

  • spirit alone

    echo drops the cave
    shall we deeper delve?
    here, roots still tangle
    writhing their way down
    giving away from doors
    to raw in stone
    to blind all light
    give to silence of bone,
    listen to ticks and
    echo drop, and to
    spirit alone

  • surrendered

    gifting a
    fistful of moonlight
    a'glitter of firefly
    taken to void save
    crimson nightsky
    surrendered
    wrists turned out &
    speckled with lovebite
    lake caught pictures
    swept on the
    bye by the bye

  • 自然

    there is only this —

    i grasp for words,
    those gnats dancing
    on the quiet morning
    between the perfume
    of uncut grass, clover:
    impossible to catch
    or wave away

    — a stillness, the only
    act remaining

    i let the gnats do
    what gnats will do
    leave the catching
    to those who are
    prone to catching,
    whiling my time in
    the weald

    Note: 自然, or ziran (tzu-jan), is a Chinese word for the Taoism concept that refers to a state of “just-so-ness” or “as-it-is-ness”.

  • m.o.o.n.

    how is it theft
    when someone
    gives another,
    of their own
    free will,
    the moon?

  • hollow of tree

    i was hollow of tree
    all chicken wire & song
    come that october country
    of hoarfrost & dream

    rime burnt leaves stained
    gold to vermilion & bole
    crumble wake perfumed
    i waited there alone for
    that coming of you

    rook & madder
    flint & score
    crow & calling
    bone & fall

    i was hollow of tree
    all chicken wire & song
    waiting mists alone for
    that coming of you

  • rain under glass

    sometimes we are all storm
    with clouds iron heavy the sky and
    weighty chains to rattle drag
    a train flowing heart at behind

    dress sensible, station shoes, silk:
    a dream found you waiting
    but we found you gone ahead
    on and to without

    with rain under glass —
    left a crumbled platform
    stormcloud in wanting

  • gasps

    deadwood slips to view
    grown of long hand fingers
    to cling at granite grey
    under endless feathered blue

    it is bones these ways
    there, under the burn 

    just a kiss away
    twine knotted taut
    gives over to memories
    gone to flint faded wine
    under gasps of sand

  • waiting at

    careful as silk
    drift rise on breeze
    carry our befores
    gifted back to me
    this happy death
    waiting a' sea

  • ashen

    we wore our hearts
       in sticker on
          polyester sleeve
    while whale bone
       held us to north
          and nightfall

             — waiting
    for ghost-trees
       to give over and
          bring blood home
    cellophane crackling
       under our feet of
          cruel winters

    ashen, for that is
       how we lost our
          home

  • steel skies stolen

    there are days
    i wish it would just
    rain & rain & rain
    wash everything away
    down the drains &
    carry us to a place
    where we could
    finally meet again
    you could say, “hey” &
    i could say, “hi” &
    though we’ve never met
    we could be friends
    or maybe lovers
    like we were before
    we fell out of dream

    our steel skies stolen,
    some days
    i wish it would just
    rain.