senses diminish

constant bombardment

malignant normality

senses diminish

 

~csr

woven for the weary

agent of doubt 

    colleague of my fear

you recognize my secret so well

    don't you?

what dealing do you have with me

    on this rainy day?

where light wears a veil

     and warmth evades me

bring your tidings

      to a different one

this image is not for you to paint

nor is it yours

       to fill in my blanks

you try my resolve

    use my own tongue

     to deceive myself

you inhabit the shadow's spread

    cast from petty facts

your skill is in embroidery

   and you knit misgivings

your designs are fitting

   woven for the weary

~csr

all else

poetry like music…

need not be difficult

or pioneering

for the sake of novelty.

what’s important is

pure reflection…

with sovereignty over dithering

and regard

for all else.

~csr

you remain

it should have paled

    why hasn’t it disappeared?

ten billion implicit moments

     an ocean of emotion

      with its rush

      tenderly wearing down

      each uneven stone

      until only minerals subsist

and still

      in the rudiments

      you remain

~csr

from head to toes

i see your eyes

in mourning teas

in surrendering moons

and daftly seas

i hear your voice

in wistful strings

in whispering breezes

dragonfly wings

taste of your tongue

in auburn roots

nectar of goldenrods

and cider fruits

your touch i know

like static bows

the spark of divine

from head to toes

~csr

silence

i realize sometimes…

things are lost in translation.

things are often added as well.

yet

just think…

how many ways…

you can interpret

silence.

~csr

eachother's air.

love is

a bit like holding

one's breath

is it not?

though

we calmly drift into it,

hardly noticing how deep

we have fallen.

yet,

even in the dark depths

we somehow believe

we can breathe

eachother's air.

~csr

nothing more

incessantly twirling 

 fearing, should we stop

    but for a moment

the apprehension

 there was only the dance

    and nothing more

~csr

a truss

a once-song-wail
meets another in sky
then as one coil into
the most tender of sigh
as deep as an ocean
or horizon is wide
if but for a moment
a truss they do tie

~csr

by morning ash

By Morning Ash

with a crack! and snap !

    they launch into flight.

“fire sperm of sort”… roy says

    “with tail in trail.”

carried towards constellation…

   lifted in moonlight.

and there  is significance here

   yet

something far too simple

    for my complex ideas

         to wrap around.

suddenly  it emerges…
 it is life.

 yes,  there is vitality.

it started small…

   and grew…

   it began to propagate…

     attempt reproduction.

     it aged…

        became a steadier warmth

           an experienced glow.
then

     by morning...
           ash

~csr

i do

 i held them off
    as long as i could.
 each one approached
    but did not pass.
 one by one...
    then another.
 surrounding the borders
     but not beyond.
 rising and reseeding
    again and again.
 and when i had won...
    my silent
       emotionless
           victory...
    i did not celebrate.
 no remembrance...
    no parade...
       no feast was held.
 only an empty silence.
and on we went
    to the next nominal thing.
   

however 
 now they have returned
     once again.
 oh how they have collected.
      my every emotion...
      my every thought...
      my every last feeling...
        gathering as one.
 they rise against me...
    finding sympathy in every cause.
 using all at their disposal to move me.
 and as they escape...
     my eyes are red
     and my nostrils close...
     and my breath is tight.
 shivering...
    shaking...
        whimpering....
             i submit.
  
oh how i miss you.
 oh how i do.

~csr

be with love

some may say…

be in love with life

i say…

in life be with love

~csr


inspired by Samantha's refrigerator magnets  : )

like many thoughts

winter winds blowing, leaves

scattered, like many thoughts.

inside warm love glows

~csr

may seasons transform

the arrangements of heavens

i will love you still

~csr

letting go

bustling moment     
contrasted… 
        by sudden quiet.

how ephemeral…
     is this life
        our moment.

so we tussle…

on no account
       wholly embracing.

by no means
     fully letting go.


~csr

in orbit

we all have emptiness

and it wants...

mostly what we don't have...

destroying what we do.

even so

if we can perhaps

place it in the center...

if we can learn

to balance it in the middle...

     like an axis...

it's gravity can hold

   the rest of our being

   around it

        in orbit


~csr

november sky

i inhabit

   identify

    and resonate

  with your

 petitioning tongue

in the mystique

  of darkened dialect

the immaculate burning

   still furious

glows for you

though as

   a distant star

      in a

november sky

~csr

 

 

even a spark blinds

it is behind clouds

we seek light… and in darkness

even a spark blinds

~csr

my bones sigh

settled behind

  misplaced thoughts…

  quiescent moods…

  ramshackle yearning…

            a beat, my heart taps. 

tucked between

   pleated memories…

   collected emotions…

   tumbledown hope…

           a chord, my veins strum.

suspended underside

   hazy recollections…

   pastel feelings…

   watery reliance…

           a tune, my flesh whispers.

sheathed within

    fractured accounts…

    calcified sentiments…

    broken assurance…
           your name,  my bones sigh.

~csr

the heart alone

some bliss is destined
to live surreptitiously

in the heart alone

~csr