the water-cooler

the watering-hole
knew not danger the likes of
the water-cooler

~csr

to your door

a cogent cerulean sky

the arraign of wind
   a smell of pine and cedar
      harangues my face
         and pulls on my heart
traversing past
   the sleepy water
    on the road to open meadows
      of emerald and gold
outlying silos
   set stoic
     amid crimson barns
and
in steady harmonization 
   of constant flow
     through the countryside
there is magnificence
   to be embraced
      in whichever open bearing
even so
stock-still
  my compass points
    to the overgrown
      and thorned path

         to your door

~csr

expressions

often
silence
embodies more
than a multitude
of expressions



~csr

the life we live

a withering rose,
the fragile and fleeting life,
is the life we live



~csr

beautiful flower

falling from the branch
at the mercy of the wind
beautiful flower


~csr

a bolt from the blue

where there is love
   there is pain
you cannot even hate
   without affection
so many perceptible reversals
i know your laughter
   and your tears
          the words you are about to speak
i see your resolve
    yet
       i  know you are weak
so  
   if i am there
      when i said i would not be
         is that such a bolt from the blue?

~csr

entirely intellectual

some things are too incredible to accept
that doesn’t make them any less real
some things are too good to be true
and it turns out we are right
now... how do we determine what is what?
i am not completely sure
but i know
 it isn’t entirely intellectual


~csr

filled with light

darkness

monsters

demons

what are they really?

things lurking in shadows

it's what we can't see that is fearsome

now and again we place things in shadowy seats

those things become larger than they truly are
there is no conflict amid light and dark

darkness has no option but to flee in the company of light

retreating behind obstacles

eliminate the obstacles

that harbor scary corners

become filled with light

~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

my return

relieving
an occasion to walk off
into smooth briny pools
sharp shimmering sunbeams
misty saline air

amusing
one hundred and thirty-five
includes the park and the rides
and yet this… just outside
so magnificent… and free of fee

enthralling
the clatter and screech
drowning in the breakers
the smell of six dollar hotdogs
carried away by the breeze

fulfilling  
how it stays… increases in me
like an expanding spume
filling the empty spaces
accompanying me on my return




~csr

twirling in my arms

silence is no more than

breathing space

amid resonance

as this dawdling waltz

a measure or two in length

moves steadily to a bow

forever will i cherish

the steps we took together

with you, twirling in my arms


~csr

until the sun falls from the sky

take a walk along the beach

that's were i'll be

down by the sea

here i am

i have my toes in the sand

ain't this grand

the waves they comfort me

the wind it sets me free

sailboats are passing by

just stare right off into the sky

now there you are

you are down the beach not very far

you hear my guitar

you come to me

you say "your song sounds very sweet"

i offer a seat

your eyes they comfort me

your voice it sets me free

the hours passing by

until the sun falls from the sky

~csr

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