you are

impossible…

like wishes… on dandelion puffs

    cast upon a breeze.

                            

unlikely…

    the way certain songs play…

      at just the right moment.

unforeseen…  

   as streetlights flickering off…

          in confirmation of a musing.

surprising…

    the way a dream… feels so real

       and stays…  upon awaking

improbable…

    as lighting striking…

      this spot again…

 nevertheless,

   all of these things

        you are

~csr

semblances of life

she folds the corners
meticulously forming...
semblances of life

~csr

inspired by Stephanie's art

nothing more

incessantly twirling 

 fearing, should we stop

    but for a moment

the apprehension

 there was only the dance

    and nothing more

~csr

fan it

there is more than
   the loss...
   the emptiness...
   the aching...
   the yearning.

and if...

if you can recall...
  the spotlessness
     of giving
        love freely...
   that original ember
       will once again flicker...
         just... long... enough...
           to

         fan it.

~csr

dandelions rise

constellations form

in a neo-galaxy…

dandelions rise .

~csr

Cooled in the Spray

i remember the heat

   the intense spell of rain

    upon the rooftop

       as we kissed

flashes of light

   peals of thunder

    electric discharging

     as your legs wrapped around

the curtains full sail

    with gusts of fierce wind

     passing through the room

      as we draped ourselves in passion

how we adjoined with the storm

  our  bodies clapping … trembling

      until the cloudburst… let loose

    and we  cooled in the spray

~csr

would be needed

midafternoon

has proven impossible

    to distillate on anything at all…

    save the indiscriminate remembrances

      of moments…

where spirits

   became perceptibly bright

where librettos slinked

    through fissures in composure

 and glances met with  gasp for air

only now,  such excursions

   seem foolhardy upon appraisal

and yet

were i permitted to relive

    a single of such moments…

not a moment’s consideration

would be needed

~csr

a thought of you

the other night

full moon shone over the clouds

and a thought of you

~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

through oneself

stories with no end

 unsettle

    mainly, because we
         must finish them

and it is difficult

    living vicariously
      through oneself  

~csr


inspire by SeekingSolace

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

Barred Up

i wish i might break looking back

what ought be content and left at that
 

veracities which may have come to pass

not real
nor solid
nonphysical mass

time not now but stuck in then

my heart
my soul
from body descend

confessions noble while denials corrupt

some freedom i should have left barred up

~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