Did you lose your angle here
When I was cornered, silent
Was I a walking flamingo
Stuck against horizon.
Slipped and worn
A shaggy mane
Hostile against the wind
Could you use yesterday’s start
In muddy swamps of y’or.
Tag: silent
Silent Breath (day 1720)
As laughter rang on out
Our hero swept into darkness
Long had passed as whispers kept
Ever last a silent breath
Silent Echoes (day 1619)
A long line
Stretched an open quarry
Leaving silent
Echoes shaking
Memory (day 1596)
Your heart rings on the bars of my faint memory
Tingling windows that never seem to open right
While lights flicker from unknown sources
As if silent messengers in night’s sky.
I touch my lips and think about a sensation
Once so familiar to my heart that it left an ocre mark
And scalded the new moon twice since
Leaving rays of blood light shifting my reminiscence.
I cannot wait here long, for leaves follow my mind
Upon a downward spiral to freshly rooted dirt
Awaiting new seeds of our ancient memory
And lifting lines that varicose their way back to my heart.
Hole (day 1562)
As a hole
Strands of my perfect heart
Slowly take rest
Silently still
Ashram Day 28 (day 1431)
It was an unsuspected edge
That took my hand and sighed.
Uneven in my mastery I fell away,
Flew away.
Let to always wonder why
I never called out your name.
I told you where I had been,
Where I was going.
I tried to leave an irregular mark
On the sides of your world,
We shared silent space
Like a heart never knew to cry.
Now this razor upon the sharpener’s stone
Will caress our forever scents,
Chasing away hazy beach sunsets
In sweet ukulele remembrance.
Stay my heart, stay here
For forever remembers clear.
And my bags are packed
I’m heading home.
Ashram Day 22 (day 1425)
If you’re homesick,
Let rain wash you home.
If you’re silent,
Let music slowly cry.
If faces never cease to smile,
Let good hearts believe
And deeply caress thee,
And settle your soul
Into a tiny canvas bag
Ensigniated with a rose.
Ashram Day 20 (day 1423)
She curled her tail
About my chest
And laughed a learned snarl.
As grandmother saw,
She knew it all;
I was left to dig the rest.
But even with such torrents stumbled
I walked away on solid ground;
Lost and found,
Cured and spoiled.
Left and forgotten.
Whispered to in silent nods
I needed no affirmation,
No restless waiting line
For I was united,
I was mind and body
And had drank the medicine
Though needing nothing in return.
Soft Center Spot (day 1284)
I access warm parts of my heart
With a soft center spot.
I dig for that whisper that tells me my way.
And then, there I am,
Standing with open arms
Outstretched for grabbing.
Open wide to catch all that I can,
To be loud and obnoxious,
To be silent and free.
To be home and happy; family.
Snake (day 1258)
Snake is curling round and round
And I keep wondering how you sound,
Silent, slither, snake your mind
Nether regions of my spine.
But not here, master, it is not safe.
Your warmth is tingling but cannot stay.
My eyes they roll, they say I prey;
Today I run and snake away.
You are my habit, you are my warmth,
You are the curling round and round.
Little thing that wiles and worms,
I wish more moments just to play.