It is not for the beat of my drum
It is for the beating of the sun
Cooked in red/yellow rays
Reminding me of an old letter
That came in the mail
Holding three dried rose petals
And one single ring
Caressed in my worn hands
Like a mother would
On the day that love did win
That shall come to pass.
Tag: ring
Solitude (day 2793)
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.
Fern Forest Cafe (day 2384)
I’m looking for you
My ever friend
To hold my hand
As we sit and think
A silent reminder
Where we’ll find again
Our singing voice
To ring out loud
From our hidden garden
My soul and me.
Tall Strands of Sunlight (day 2169)
Have we clearly laid
The foundation
To a happy ever after?
A song that rings
Into the air
Beyond framed walls of
Heathen grass?
I will wait, then
And curl my toes
Into tall strands
Of sunlight.
For a Northern Girl (day 2152)
Beautiful was my aphrodisiac
And spring was my season
– Edges of my reason –
Campfire held the setting sun
In a Hudson Bay blanket
– Letters of the banquet –
Shadow upon our wall
Patchwork had the little seams
– Hands of you and me –
Until later, what remained
Dusty boots and a little ring.
Over The Mountain (day 2138)
With my soul that’s been flying
I’ve gone over the mountains
Swept little known secrets
Into every day dealings
And with two birds singing
I’ve heard excellent ringing
My mind isn’t reeling
And I’ve come to believe in
What an effort can do then
Like a hand out of water
And heights I’ve been feeling
With my soul that’s been flying.
The Boxer (day 1933)
You were a boxer
Every Thursday night
After Big Jim’s Saloon
Took a bottle and you
Out to a cobblestone night.
A muffled mind with intention,
Fireworks covered in mud,
And a slow slur that wound up
Like Roadrunner
Walking a tightrope,
The top rope
Of a dark, four cornered ring.
You liked the big city
Because your slow down
Never coincided with a dead end.
Your betting days
Flashed jackpot on your bedroom wall:
Red, green, and yellow.
And your highschool sweetheart
Hung alone on peeling paper
That crackled back at you
As you walked naked
From your bedroom
To a comfortable routine
You knew so well.
Ode to Sparkling Waves (day 1791)
Your comfort from my torment’s toil –
The fret inside my soul,
And your forever shall be my roll
As the wind brings you to me
About my perch over the sea,
You shall be my dream.
So when I look deep inside to thee –
When I see clarity ring,
I will your happy memory
Into my soul to free.
To Remain (day 1541)
This shaking, this rumbling.
This unbeatable flogging
Working its red rings upward
In a re-wired set of desires,
Flushing out rotten apples
And pushing in-depth scrolls
Fully open to reveal my moments
I have wished would remain covered.
Good Morning (day 1216)
It is beautiful,
In a novel kind of way,
The way
You wake me in the morning.
There’s a ring to “Goodmorning”
That I’ve never heard before,
But explains the term
With more than just vowels
And confused syllables.