Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Poet Views the Poem

Where do I end
and you begin?

Ephemeral ideas
born of ambient love,
the color of yellow roses
pinked by the sun.

I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you.

And so we flow together
indistinct in form
vibrant in substance.

The gentlest reader,
The most pernicious reader
cannot prise us apart.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Constancy of Time

Time flits by, unwavering in its viscosity,
Immovable in its density.
Inexorably, it presses forward.
No agendas to meet-
No long-term plans.
Its destiny lies outside the perimeter of my seasoned days
And in the soul of my wandering eye,
Is consistent.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Dance of the Plum Blossom

White snow caresses my cheek
In a cascade of soft petals.

Spring announces herself,
Ready to pick up her sweet dance.

I await,
My dance card empty
Of all but the sweet promise
Of her light step in my direction.

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