Gamble like a forest dweller
Footsteps upon leaves
Hear that call of morning dove
Gratitude fills thy soul
Step over each splintered log
Laying about thy meander
For upon the brow of each critter
Sits the message gone unheard.
Tag: dove
Golden Moonlight (day 2953)
In the moonlight
That claims us all the same
I want to touch you
So tender
Lonesome
I am a spoken dove
Two wings to fly so high
Golden wishes
Expired beside my written name
Oak Leaves (day 2820)
It is a problem,
For I have not found it here yet.
Spires have taken my holiness
Unaccounted for,
Untrained,
Un-restricted.
Like a dove in flight,
But without regret.
There shall be no more passion,
No more emotional choices.
So it lays thus, solid and lifeless,
Awaiting a deep agony,
A lifeless sympathy,
That shall agree with
No more of this world
And of its gains.
Floundered,
Spinning into earth
Yet leaving marks: vivid,
As the Oak leaf stays
Through Winter.
Unexplained and Lost (day 2665)
Organs broke thunder
Through clouds of heaven
While doves spirited
A wide-awake call
Destined for a wild ride
Through paradise
Leaving an echo
Ricocheting off
A mystery that did not exist
Until forever remained
Unexplained
And lost.
Another Dove (day 2376)
I thought I changed
Drove another path
Cleared my saving way
But there I was again
Still had my favourite hand
Clasping with a firm grip
A hidden gem, softly
Growing from my wicked mind
And flew another dove
So I made a friend.
Sunrise (day 2372)
Rolling in my hands stuck
Underneath my toes;
Veins circumnavigating and
Living in a song
With seven little notes
That skip each fourth
Unnecessary beat,
For each my silver lockets
Clasp a different heart
Weighing like a baby dove
With a scream of this sunrise.
Whisper in Desire (day 1892)
The heart
A sloven machine
A soft machine
Calling at the moon
As sun sets lavender
And calm doves
Whisper in desire
With faint sound clouds
Of my heart
Morning in the Forest (day 1879)
As morning shakes its view to sight
A squirrel says hello
And repeatedly I hear a coo
Coming from a morning dove
Seeing sweet sun at last.
Chirps and burps make their way
About the valley floor
For everywhere, in deforested alcoves
Are packed as many can fit
In summer campers
In expensive tents
And some even in hammocks to swing!
And I begin what’s friendly to me
A routine I’ve come to enjoy
First I feed, then I sip
Upon the best things I can fix.
Whirlwind (day 933)
Leaves fly around the whirlwind
Sheltering the misunderstanding
From memories that crawl
Over cold stone floors
Scraping well-worn wooden chairs
Hollow echoes reverberating
Through the whirlwind
I cannot shelter a dove
One whose wings sweep the fresh air
Flapping through autumns deep and husky caress
I cannot Angel the Satanic circles
Pressed between my lips
Biting hard on the whirlwind
That stares, no, floats down my long nose
But then, just as long sands sweep starboard
Just as couches recede into forgiven nightmares
And as hollow steps fade into brisk airs of dawn
Whirlwinds shake down the last remaining hope
Caressing it with intimate kisses and blueberry muffins
And a comfort filled with such sentiment
Teddybears peel off their 2D stares and flicker smiles
That melt mirrors and write happiness into loose leaves
Floating off into the wide expansive whirlwind
It’s a Struggle (day 833)
The soul of a man was never here
There was never a judgement day
The seas never parted for sanctity
No dove soared over these skies
There was no path along the way
No dotted map mapped out
The road was never straight
And the going was never easy
I was never taught vowels to speak
Never held to stop the fall
My cuts were never cleaned
No wounds have ever healed
No grapes have ever grown here
The sky has never rained
Carrots have always stunted
No fruit truck ever stopped
There has never been love here
No kind touch from a woman’s hand
No laughter has ever sung here
No peace has ever been found