Tuesday, July 28, 2009

their sigh

brawny current
   stirs sediment,
 and drenched words
   ascend to float up.
although
in a shadowy timber
  beneath a moon-mist…
    it is only the murky stream
   that savors their sigh.
~csr

Monday, July 27, 2009

the breath of night



motionless i stand…
singing branches… sway and bow
with the breath of night.

~csr



Wednesday, July 15, 2009

your beauty

moon, sea, earth and stars
boast endless splendor… yet all
want, for your beauty


~csr

the most me

i love it at daybreak
when there are tidal pools
before the day's footstep

always a parking space
on the street
on the sand

only the bearing
of ocean and
cool misty saline air

the mirth of gulls
and the shush of the deep
at my unvoiced thoughts
 
it is here
  that i sense
i am the most me


~csr

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

a time or two

they say “hope floats”
  although
i have seen it submerged
a time or two

~csr


Monday, July 13, 2009

to each ear a voice



within each song played
is countless expression… and
to each ear  a voice

~csr


Tuesday, July 7, 2009

the world

sometimes small things seem larger
  when up close.
sometimes big things seem to shrink
  with some distance.

perspective can be deceptive...

each has their
   perspectives...
 deceptions…
though
   is it the world that we see…
or what we see...
   the world?


~csr