you may think you may thinkthese are wordsthis is a poemthis looks like a clever one you may thinkyou can read itappreciate itlike a daffodil or a butterfly you may thinkhe is a poetyou are an enlightened readeryou appreciate his fine work you may thinkthis guy suckshe thinks this is poetryI’ve read Milton and Yeats […]
Oh!the cloud of white birdsturn as oneacross the vast farmlandfor an instant shinein the waning sunOh!the white birds turn as one.Oh!the white mountains shine behind.Oh!the fast riverflows around the smooth smooth stones.Oh!the farmer wipes her browand turns againto the nascent living soil.Oh! Oh!beautiful beautiful beautiful day.I and my son turn as oneand walk back home.Oh!we […]
stillthe fog hangswhite mist gently obscuringthe trees stand as gray shadowsthe moon a blurred whitenessa slight mist moistensfrom the deep skythe frosted meadow glistens stillI watch as my mindclamors for succoruntil as a babeI settle all peaceas in my mother’s arms still
(image courtesy of h.koppdelaney) the time has come from every universe all eternity every potential all possibility the time is now just this once once again we converge together at this […]
Rhythm The rhythm of the waveswashes the airan ever changing ostinatoSoon fades with the tidesEach time the sameEach time different Leaf upon leaftree upon treeshimmer the mountain in sunlightwhisper on the waves of windEach time the sameEach time different The kiss lingersThe lovers love againUrgently merge waves of savage tendernessIn a counterpoint of shared ecstasyEach […]
A thousand ptolemies lie dormant in my breast comfortable false conjectures that conveniently fit the facts universes so reasonable and yet so wrong at their heart. Where is my observatory? How shall I perceive it? How […]
(originally written in foot-high letters 100 yards across a beach) ebb and tide wind and wave will steal these words yet I will for a moment steal the silence from this sand […]
the dozens of living swansseem amazingly like the real onesI know from Disney from plastic and concrete in the old woman’s yard from childhood picture booksI had never seen a real swan aren’t they supposed to be in a lake don’t their necks form hearts? where is the music […]
photo © 2009 Steve Berardi | more info (via: Wylio) the desire came uninvited unreasonable untouchable by my own derision or the inevitable scorn of wife mother father friend boss and even Goda mountain that stands unmoved against wind against storm […]
orange twilight glows over the waters fir silouettes stretch across the horizon along the island mountains beyond beyond metaphorbeyond storybeyond discontent the shaded path meanders mile after milethe silent and persistent life of the forest moss and fern and woodtranscends scientific explanations the seeking […]