Poems

04 Jun Poems

 

~ Breeding non-union ~

It was raining.

Outside, the world was briskly rewinding.

Concealed,

our hearts were dancing the dance of the Sufis in welding ascend.

 

You were still relentlessly trying to shelter in views,

A roof of dried cane, set at the start,

crumbling at the end of each sentence.

………………

Then silence.

…………………

And time…

…………………

Then a gaze,

and, ohhhh, the sound of my armor, tearing the floor…

deafening…

raw,

silent lips,

in the eyes, blasting thunder:

‘I could melt all of you, every inch, every breath, every pore…

every cell.

But I won’t.’

 

Then time…

flickering.

 

And,

now we know,

our gazing apart, a clinkety fencing,

for a while or two,

in sugar cane domes.

 

~ Hey seeker ~

Then the whisper:

Hey seeker, have you finished the infinity?

Because we have pistachio pancakes for dessert,

 

and there’s a sunset around both corners,

landing on the water, in the harbor.

 

Before I go,

a blizzard to lent you

for when the snowing in your ball is resigning,

 

And an older than life story to lose yourself in…

 

~ Spiral ~

‘…why dim, when in awe,

don’t you know,

for half flight, the license for sky might withdraw,

that flutter…you too, live in a bird,

not bound to the shore’…

…scribbled notes,

shivering,

whirling,

ripping,

to blaze

in ambrosial soar and thunderous chants,

as still as in some of my cells,

as wild as in all of the others.

…………………………….

But it’s gotten so late!

A smile – Why write, then?

…but you march…judiciously…

…and the smell of last week’s cigarette through the doorway,

from the ex-angel neighbor…

…and even cousin-in-law Descartes grows steadily silent…

And whirling!…

……………………………..

I know!

I know angels and bounty of reasoning shade.

But today,

doors will be fixed and skylights will break.

 

~ Is  ~

And then, because it’s finally time, you see how you commanded your even tone, your rhythm even, your silence even,

to carve it all in the play of impassable,

and termed it detachment.

No more.

 

There’s just smiling.

Which game is more playable?

 

And ooh…the spring-coloured leaves in front of your window, in the Christmassy world!…

The smaller screen also reminds you that too long ago, on that other solstice, you decided to pause in the run, for the beauty.

So you’re paused.

 

There’s just melting.

For how long can somebody melt in the sky?

 

Yes, between you and the layer of your warm, cosy home, no distance, that is why you don’t mind where you land,

then the layer of the trees and the layer of the clouds,

and The Sun,

weaving,

knowing you might not even display these words.

There’s just writing.

 

~~ I know ~~

 

 

 You prayed for home…

so many times…

and walked alone for more than many…

 

Just take my hand,

you know the way.

It’s through,

around,

and in,

the all.

 

It’s in the answer.

In the drive, you know…

in pause,

in the detour,

in quest,

in bliss, in pain,

in less, in more,

in wanting and reject.

In call.

In silence.

In noise.

It’s in the touch

In the apple pies.

I mean,

You surely feel, don’t you?

You’re being silly.

………………….

Oh,

it’s in silliness, too!

………………….

In surprise!

……………………

In heart smile.

……………………

In you.

Our verbness is you.

 

Did you ever want to lie on the ground,

until you become grass and are inhabited by grasshoppers?

Until and after they hop on you?

To ardently lie,

until the roots of your neighbors make love with the cage of your ribs?

 

Did you want to be a mushroom, to be traveled by wind?

to be home again and then home anew,

until you arrive in the embrace

of the eye and its storm?

Did you?

Did You?

 

~~  Beginning  ~~

It’s dusk and the neighbors on top of my roof

still tweet,

next door, cars roar,

my brainmates still waft

like the snow in a ball.

And I begin to see,

how today

is again made of time.

So I start unpacking the noise in the street and the dimness in the sky,

to travel abroad this box

And I begin to ignore

the phantom of re-,

 

~~ God’s confession ~~

Poetry always walks with me.

When we became the world and all there is,

we both agreed

to never fully merge in one and die.

In the beginning, there was poetry

and in the end, there’s still

My wife and I.

 

~~ Twilight ~~

Then, in a flash, I drifted,

reshaped forever by the excellence of you

I knew

just soaring.

Later that dusk I’ve seen,

along with all the other paths, the path that’s straight had vanished

The gravity collapsed; the time imploded.

I was just soaring.

And further still,

today,

in roundedness,

a feel:

‘It’s I, let’s play’.

 

~~ Decision ~~

When too sad,

not to word.

Clean windows, weed concepts, spin in the attic with Sufis and Gods;

they know there’s less in the sadness than it is in the sight.

 

Heartache, not to be carved in eternal anew.

The song of this siren, not to be hummed to the novice,

nor the roaring that burns what’s not fire within.

Agony acme is only assigned to a few.

 

When in dark, not to word.

 

~~ Know ~~

Some know,

on the crests the air is rare.

Most peaks are not designed for over-breathing

nor many other kinds of over.

Come,

yet do know,

only for dwellers, waltzing is possible, there.

Most think

the crests are too high,

but for some, they are only first halts on the way.

They are barren of people, but brimming with lustre

and after some visits,

the yearn is to fly.

On the fringe,

by the sky,

to be walked just with grace,

on the crests of the Earth,

do know,

do know of this place.

 

~~  Looking  ~~

Have any of you lost a dragon?

He’s blue,

he was wet from the rain when I found him,

he gets easily wet because he grows fur now, to better blend in,

and he said that he walked for too long,

mainly during the nights, not to be seen.

But his wings are almost healed now.

He seems very young, maybe less than a thousand or so,

I know because he didn’t yet learn the tricks of this world.

He doesn’t remember much,

but he remembers making you glow.

If you live again, in this time, know that he’s here.

For a while,

he moved near me, by the sea.