whispers subsistence

glistening above

a canopy of starlight
whispers subsistence

~csr

this is me

at first

   i felt anger...
i wanted
   to hurt
     this person...

unfortunately...

    when i feel anger...
       it always winds back
     around to myself...

and so

   my next emotion

     was fear...

fear somehow

   this is me...

~csr

what’s missing

a joy in a tear

gloom in a smile
calmness in fear
an inch seems a mile

 aloofness so near

in hush i am calling
the fact is so false
i ascend as i'm falling

a lumber so light

concealing the show
it's vivid at night
desiccated flow

eyes never seeing
ears with no hearing
words never written
found is what’s missing

~csr

restively un-played

so long since

i have peered under the deposits

  of diversion that i have amassed

  in order to keep my thoughts 

 from drifting casually through 

  that orchard of passion… 

the opus of verses

 that lay 
still…

restively un-played 

~csr

my own oceans

it’s peculiar
how we've consumed
so much time
exploring space…

all the while
not knowing
what lies beneath
our own oceans

~csr

i have sought endlessly

to find the medium

amid arrogance and docility

confidence and diffidence

empathy and indifference

shaken to recognize

how i still make it all

about me

~csr

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