If Beauty be Claimed - A Poem

It is the snowflake

Melting on skin,

Once grasped,

Fish caught by hand,

It cuts you deep,

Naturally dissolving

From one thing

To one million,

Frightened by touch,

Swarming away

To deeper, hidden currents,

Or sublimating

Into finer airs,

Floating away

Regardless the wind,

Fine nude

Reclining on a couch

But a frozen replica

Of something finer

Only hinted,

In the blush of her face

In the rush remember - A Poem

In the rush remember,

Quiet precedes gods,

Stillness in traveling,

Reposed in natural motion,

Hints softly,

The earth is moving.

May I Tell You Something Small - A Poem

May I tell you something small,

A thing that doesn’t seem much,

It is a whisper if spoken,

Silent, really, as the gaps in words,

There was a moon glistening

Behind your hair strewn shoulder

When lightening blue struck,

One moment in the aperture

Of mistaken and bygone years.

I walk quietly - an original poem

I walk quietly

When darkness encroaches

To ward off the rebound of words

That always comes in these times

Attempting the subtle,

I delve into the depths

When the currents begin their rushing

That carried by deeper waters,

I might move without inhibition

Yes, Subtlety,

The birthright I sold

For the entertainments I offered,

Please come….

It was Foretold - an original poem

It was foretold

You, my son,

When in Summer

I ran, unconscious

Of anything, but moving…

When in the boil of my blood

Youth-rapt and entranced,

I stumbled through the torn night

Fevered by the street lamp glow

Train wrecked while sleeping…

That you would be a son

Was born in my bones

When in the ocean’s depths

I lay floating, alive,

In her deep currents…

And under she,

The star of her stillness,

She blessed me in time…

When you were born,

The laughing joke

You were a boy,

And now, trembling

Toward manhood,

Tender still, and strong,

You run, blood boiling

To who knows where..

The Nadir Beckons - An original poem

The nadir beckons

The moon, waxing,

Yet crescent,

A sun gone

To Capricorn’s Tropic,

What but a full,

A daydreamed light,

Disembodied, flowing,

From no source,

Lighting everything

It touches

Can save the dire earth

From swallowing itself?