freed from moorings

Art - Robert Stone

wake of reverie…

moves slowly across my thought.

as freed from moorings

~csr

 

told

seasons of love

brilliant and warm

then dark and so cold

agents of change
come and they go
to weather us old

clinging to spring
summer and fall
the winter seems bold

if only my heart
it's secret had kept
and never been told

 

~csr

this sea

in the sun…

  off the sparkling water

    i am overcome with the innocence…

        and beauty of both
           children and nature.
    and also
    the destructive potential
       both possess as well.
     how at any given moment…
       a child could crush a hermit-crab…
       switch from smile to grimace
         and knock down a sand-tower…
       or the ocean could swell…
         and drag us to the depths.
i love the ocean…
    it is immense…
     all my problems
        diminish beside it.
if i collected my tears…
  every one…
  could they ever approach
      the volume of
          this sea?

~csr

the lawn

ash and blood litter the streets

    as people run in chaotic patterns

     with smoke-filled lungs.

dam i smoked my last cigarette.

 

man with briefcase throwing rocks

   at a wall of oppression

     as a stampede of varying resolve

      charges against it.  

i think i should mow the lawn.

 

eyes blinded with pepper…

   blinded with blood…

     blinded with rage.

is this all that is on?  wanna watch a movie tonight?

 

some cry victory,

 others scream corruption…

    painted hands and faces…

    like war-paint… hmm…

i think i’ll paint the patio

 

an eerie cloaked procession

   moves to unveil their voices…

     almost zeno-stoic…

       like some tears that proceed down my face…

   and as the first ones reach the corners of my mouth…

  my heart finally breaks…

 

i better mow the lawn


~csr

a gift

a glint of divine
being in the moment, the
present is... a gift

~csr

Inspired by Connie’s Photo

understanding.

Jul 16, 2009

Understanding

yes,

some things...

  i hurry

  and or

  wish would tarry...

as

  i lack

understanding.

~csr

your beauty

moon, sea, earth and stars

boast endless splendor… yet all

want, for your beauty

~csr

Trees (my first Diamante)

trees
broad, magnificent

stretching, swaying, budding

leaves, bark, acorn, sprout

lumber, falling, nursing

nurturing, towering

logs

~csr

a forklift

did you know

  you need two eyes

 for depth perception? 

a singular eye

 is good

   in spiritual matters...

but terrible

for operating

 a forklift


~csr

a soiled garment

 
 
menacing words

  twisted and rung

    from the fabric

    of self…

as if

  washing

     a soiled garment…


~csr

the unfathomable

constantly

  by the time i sense

       an answer,

    i have gathered

        several new questions...

though…

     seemingly futile

        at the moment,

      often disheartening…

      this life is thrust on by

          the appetite

                  to comprehend…

          the daring

                  to see things

                       as they are

           and the composure

                to face   
                   the unfathomable                 


~csr

true freedom

to be free

 of needing approval,

    when not accepted,

       is a wonderful sort of freedom.

 to be free

  of needing approval ,

   while accepted,

is closer to true freedom.

~csr

of you and i

who can comprehend

  changes in winds…

  pollen carried upon them…

  fragrances and their embodiment?

who can recognize

       the way of the deep?

      currents transport seeds…

       finding root in diverse soil.

so is the mystery…

       of you and i

~csr

of you and i

who can comprehend

  changes in winds…

  pollen carried upon them…

  fragrances and their embodiment?

who can recognize

       the way of the deep?

      currents transport seeds…

       finding root in diverse soil.

so is the mystery…

       of you and i

~csr

you

the final cleanse

   of want

   in me...

the last embrace

  of need...

is still...

 you


~csr

you

the final cleanse

   of want

   in me...

the last embrace

  of need...

is still...

 you


~csr