Monday, September 21, 2009

unspoken words


the moon hides it’s face
and darkness falls upon us
like unspoken words

~csr

Thursday, September 10, 2009

those who follow

a great deal of
     racing around.
distance…
     shrinking.
language…
   a barrier collapsing.
yet
understanding…
    less.
lost is the lasting...
embraced is the fleeting.
with a scratching of an itch…
and a tickling of a fancy…
     life is sold…
     but charged
        to those
        who follow


~csr

before you could fly


here falling free
amid terra and me
lay room to breathe
and gap to see

body and limb
descending on whim
cast down in anguish
it’s pang meant to trim

memoirs they scroll
as i tumble and roll
of moments i treasure
of treasures i stole

answers they question
while questions ask why
"should you have leapt
before you could fly?"


~csr

Thursday, September 3, 2009

accustomed

 
 
endless falling...
     into the unknown
and should something
    momentarily seem to make sense...
the fear…
    of becoming accustomed.


~csr
 
 

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

behind the ears



day arrives…
like an extra deep lungful
    exhaled upon surfacing
        from a dive.
rousing me…
  from dreary,
       damp,
     depths of despair
           into warm,
           waterless,
              waking  air.
though,
    in this realm…
      without you…
       i still am wet…
   behind the ears.


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

unfolding

Unfolding

listening
   is an interesting
   and peculiar endeavor…
   as is speaking.
one is required to hold
    what was…
    while moving continuously…
    into what is now…
      unfolding.
~csr