the whirlwind

i am compressed,
squeezed together
in atmosphere of
circumstance.

i am pushed
downward

against hard earth
by fundamental
gravity.

in all four corners
a wind of resolve blows...

in the midst...
the whirlwind.

~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

then comes the storm

after the earth quakes
a semblance of calm returns
and then comes the storm

~csr

to digest

it is best to
chew thoroughly
on one's own words,
as
they are often
not so easy...
to digest





~csr

your love

world’s spinning steadied…

moon’s mutual attraction…

not unlike your love

~csr

dream of you ( senryu )

 

if time heals all wounds

what can stop this hemorrhaging
when i dream of you

~csr

our night-lite

evening’s emergence

with tender song of crickets

the stars our night-lite

~csr

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