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rhythm

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 […]

prejudice

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 […]

sand

(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      […]

real life

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  […]

moving mountains

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

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 […]

part

O and the ocean does churnand the mountains do standand the sun does shine across the waters And all the criticsfight the constant tideof trivia and envy and need The tiny child rests againstits mother’s quiet breastsafe and unknowinga part ofapart fromall the angry urgent majestic world.

winter poem

silent wild fury
descends from deep heights
quiet I stand
made of secrets