diffusing the pieces

a sky
   so filled with clouds
      not unlike a puzzle
a memo of uncertainty
    twisted in milky mist
and the gentle wind
    diffusing the pieces


~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

chasing it

a leaf blowing by,
tumbling in the breeze, and
my heart chasing it


~csr

believe

if we have never doubted...

     have we ever considered? 

 if we have never considered… 

     why do we believe?

~csr

inspired by

Eric The Read - Bound and Tied

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

on our way

on past bascule bridge
near ludlam bay found
the sandpipers are piping
above the great sound
thunderous clouds grumble
by land-breeze, held at bay
the restless deep is waving
for we must be on our way



~csr

along the way

each one of us

heavenly bodies

with our flight paths

orbiting

      what pulls

          tugs on us

yet we too

influence

    the course

         of those we pass

along the way

~csr

when it's done… it's done

"take what you want

      and when it's done... it's done"

that is what she would say

        

i don't know what she had

       for herself

    desires

         dreams

she gave

     herself away

       to those she loved

she liked to mend things

patching torn clothes

    even if

        some of the gaping holes

              were far to large

        to patch

      she would try

how many pairs of jeans

     with unbendable knees i had

yes

        she liked to mend things

           it was important

and she mended us

       as well

she was there

      no matter what

          she was there

i cannot recall

her ever complaining

   about missing out on something

she was simply 

        there for you

maybe

   she had unrealized dreams

       i wish i had known

           what they might have been

her cooking was delicious

she taught me the basics in cooking

make sure the pan is hot

      the water is boiling first

         then add the food

butter-cookies, pie crust

some things

     can't be over handled

        just enough touch... is enough

cooking is a lot like life

she knew that

she accepted life

       what came

              what went

        with not many questions

    it was more about

        what could be done

   rather than

       why did this happen

she showed me how

    life 

     demands of us all

it's not

    what life throws at us

      that matters

but rather

     how we respond

      that make the difference

when life asks of me

i like to think

      i will say

   what my grandmother said

"take what you want…

       and when it's done… it's done"

~csr

i love you grandmom

for appearance’s sake

if an artist is truly freest 

  to articulate their self

     from behind a mask

what untold hours

   have been wasted

     in keeping up appearances

merely for appearance’s sake?

~csr

 

equanimity

the water’s surface
enjoys the same pretense, of...
equanimity. 

~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

remainders

what can i say

about all that seemed

what may have been?

the ineffectualness

of musing

around it all

this unrest

is simple arithmetic

long division with remainders

~csr

 

to even notice

for one…

 it was the permutation

  of colors.

for another…

 the archetype

  of a rembrandt.

 

but for her…

  it was a manifestation

    of quiet tears.

 

as for me

   i was far too enthralled

    with her

      to even notice

~csr

Tarnished Strings

all of them...

every one

responses to you

birthed from uncertainty

penned in claret ink

whisked in my heart

an avowal

each turn of phrase

discourses to you

taken from sincerity 

set in derisory concerto

yet
   strummed... 
        on tarnished strings

~csr 

Ten Rainy Ones

a single sunny day

 is powerless

if not having followed

 ten rainy ones

~csr

A Gift

a glint of divine
being in the moment… the
present... is a gift

~csr

Understanding

yes,

some things...

  i hurry

  and or

  wish would tarry.

as

  i lack…

understanding.

~csr

Withered by Twilight

we are like blossoms

what brilliance in the first light

withered by twilight

~csr

Logs

trees
broad, magnificent

stretching, swaying, budding

leaves, bark, acorn, sprout

lumber, falling, nursing

nurturing, towering

logs

~csr

Build Again

when building sandcastles...

it is the groundwork

  that is most essential.

to take care in the formation…

      of the footing.

 though

     one cannot at all times

         perceive imperfections

             in the sand, 

            predict strong winds

         or

            be prepared for

            rogue waves.

and yet…

all we endeavor

     seems to be

       much like sandcastles.

the key is in accepting

    when it all comes crashing down...
to properly utilize the rubble

and build again

~csr