Insomnia

Just before dawn, I shut my book midway. Refuse the news from yesterday’s paper. The computer tablet is as black as the TV. Hours ago, I pulled all the cords That can color the world And push it’s face up close, So up into mine.   I see my head haunting the dead box Of … More Insomnia

PSYKHE

Semi-Abbreviated Version   A speck of vivid, I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand, All quivering color.   I am tempted to possess it, Pressing it into a book with my leaves, With a beloved’s leave I weaved into a poem, The final word spoken the first of its … More PSYKHE

PSYKHE

Extended Version   A speck of vivid, As I bank myself on a bench I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand. Startled, my fingers wriggle rhythmically, Eager to agitate it upwards Into a hover, if not high flight. But the butterfly remains at rest, All quivering color.   I … More PSYKHE

PSYKHE

4th Version   A speck of vivid, I see it follow fitfully in zigs Until it lands on my hand, All quivering color.   When I dare to breathe God’s breath, Reciting as I exhale outwards, A poem quickens and quivers, Mimicking this butterfly.   Borne, hovering near, The poem awaits a merciful heart In … More PSYKHE

Midnight

For L. R.   Sitting alone on the sand, The bonfire is lively behind me. Others have gone off To comb along the strand. My thoughts drift Into the diamond tide above, A treasure trove for the soul.   Each of the constellations Will tell me a tale, Foretell of a fortune Held in abeyance. … More Midnight

The Whistler

In Memory:  LaVerne Kosterman Golden   As if it were a scent of baking bread, The sound she emitted bewitched me Into the doorway of the kitchen. There she stood, Her palms and forearms covered with suds And she oblivious. Her eyes heavy lidded, Her head cocked, she rocked to the right, Sometimes to the … More The Whistler

Cavern and Canyon

This was my second homework assignment from God:  “Tell the lie which speaks the truth.” Preamble:  The Cavern For the Guides of Karchner Caverns That cruel emperor, the sun, it is a star Men worship with obeisance from afar, Even as they scramble, seeking A haven from its daily, imperious decree. Beneath the dome of … More Cavern and Canyon