- certainty rides a following sea – home was never farther than a sturdy rudder, but memory is less compass than tuning fork. the chaos i carry – those lightning strikes on a roiled shoreline, sailing into the unknown, Calypso’s tears still wet on my cheek. - #poetry #vss365

- nature is pretty scary these days, everything i ingest gives me diarrhea or death, and our love passes through me undigested... the fruit is covered in pesticide, the drinking water is full of sewage and governed by AI, there are screwworms in my steak. - #poetry #vss365

- nothing living flourishes by accident – love is water carried again and again, healing what drought seeks to steal. i tend to your roses while you’re away, pinching off dead blooms, listening for your key. - #poetry #vss365

- our efforts always have a speed limit, even love loses velocity when acted upon by an outside force, time slows when we fail to grow, fail to keep expanding, an omen that creation has, at last, welcomed entropy home. - #poetry #vss365

- the hearth crackles, scenting the veranda in juniper and cedar. salted winds blow off the sea; storm clouds mask the horizon. the fountains sing to me of love, harmonies beguile my heart. so why do i feel such temptation to flee? leave paradise behind again. - #poetry #vss365

- the moon slides into her silver couture, a shimmer across the sea – a table set in stars. we watch in awe, yet knowing what elegance and beauty can conceal. it is felt in the pull of her tide – hidden in the soup that arrives in Procne’s finest porcelain. - #poetry #vss365

- the coffee has gone cold in my mug. how long have i been sitting here? listening to the sea. empty and shivering - a fog choking the coast in its graythick ermine allure, only the wave breaks to remind me sound still carries farther than i can hear. - #poetry #vss365

- sometimes i fear the screenplay of my life was inked by a noir god, shot in black and white, a disguise for wannabe saints who never knew color, a monochrome pomegranate descends from the tree, i dissolve into Dutch angles, 8mm subtleties of original gray. - #poetry #vss365

- at trail’s end, the hike continues… the exhaustion of the day, of a life well led, scatters like the scree that crowns this summit, where the clouds are but softer hills upon which to climb, then, softly, lay my head. - #poetry #vss365

- – after Wilde too young to have his name writ in water. a shadeless grave – no cypress, nor yew, the cadence of twilight and violets weeping dew, such solemnity in the cicada’s doleful hymn, the summer is warm, Johnny. Rome awaits. - #poetry #vss365

- your hands still clutched the weight of a life, folded small like a paper crane waiting never to ascend - an origami, too fragile for flight. so you chose to float in wakeless waters, while i watched from a shoreline, helpless to stop you from drowning. - #poetry #vss365

- let time demand whatever flesh it requires; whenever you laugh, every man i have ever been turns toward you, with the same astonishment as the fool who first believed forever could shift into sound. - #poetry #vss365

- this careworn coastline, winds wend through the weave of my tweed. memories seek to soak me, corrode me in brine, the trees lean east toward Skibbereen. rains blacken the road to Glandore. the sea remembers, like me, your song caught in her contentious tides. - #poetry #vss365 ☘️

- 630am flight out of LAX a long week done, i’m heading eastbound to you to the children to the dog. the plane climbs through the pollution into clear blue; captain says we have a strong tailwind, and i’m certain i can feel your prayers lending him a hand. - #vss365 #poetry

- the poet sighs, clutching the tome to his chest. the rest of the world passes by, dawn to sunset, sunset to dawn, time moves on about him as though dreaming on a sea of words; he thumbs the pages slowly, hoping each turn might only reveal his way back home. - #poetry #vss365

- your hand in mine - our heads crowned with pine and hints of lapis lazuli. we smile, dawn bares its teeth behind the great door to the east, an azure dragon patrols. and there is warmth, and there is peace, a white tiger roars - love trembles toward balance. - #poetry #vss365

- i have treaded waves so long inside your wake that i have become the following sea, your current fills my lungs, while i dream of that moment when i sprint into your arms, and disappear completely. - #poetry #vss365

- i have always coveted sea birds, never imprisoned, free to fly as far as their wings might carry them, gliding on the breezes, soaring toward the sun, higher in the sky - sunblind, tears flowing, forsaking all, letting momentum transition me unto flame. - #poetry #vss365

- remnants of Eden, this valley of shadows. i am swathed in lilies, still wet with their final tears. my path upward, paved in skulls and good intentions, yet escape eludes me. a relentless headwind pushes this Sisyphus back into its depths where nothing awaits. - #poetry #vss365

- i am swathed in lilies, still wet with their final tears. my path upward, paved in skulls and good intentions, yet escape eludes me. a relentless headwind pushes this Sisyphus back into its depths where nothing awaits. - #poetry #vss365

as life’s lights fade to black and our final act is played, we depart the stage, absent either sound or fury, absent both fanfare and applause, a solitary performer alone in darkness, echoes of a last soliloquy, swallowed by the silence that eagerly listens. - #poetry #vss365

- it’s difficult to resolve, through the clinging haze, where the swan road ended and the lake began. but in the end, or so we say, light conquers darkness, shadows fade. we stand knee-deep in black feathers, damp with beaded dew, wondering how we lost our way. - #poetry #vss365

- i run the wineglass back and forth along my lips sip warm and sacramental hold it in my mouth swallow slow patient for the morning when the night is so impertinent and full. - #poetry #vss365

- a slow stroll through a raindark Sunday graveyard, your stone has grown mossy, but your face is etched clear - that sour expression and that piercing glare. i stand before you stripped down bare, unabashed by your eyes, and their crow-like laughter. - #vss365 #poetry

- our love is electric, eclectically clad to protect us from the dangers of reverse polarity. but i prefer to let it flow, dangerous and out of control, steeped in magnetism, my aura made aurora , filling the night skies in lavender and green. - #vss365 #poetry

- i have sailed these archipelagos of the heart long before time had found its name - when stars still burned bright, like beacons in the abyss, and tender winds whispered, seek. each bay a haven, where love lingered, mooring me deep in her fervent embrace. - #poetry #vss365

- the garden has spoiled since we parted those many years ago. i rock in the chair grown from cedar groves in the valley below, now shrouded in sunset mists. softly i hum “Red is the Rose” wishing my wilted heart might recall a fairer spring. - #vss365 #poetry 🥀

- curled up with Keats - “la belle dame sans merci” lost in between abandonment and the obsequies of love captured by faeries to lie in her meadow if only but for the length of a dream fall asleep gently windowside while outside frolic a nightmare of fireflies - #poetry #vss365

Hope is #defiance #poetry #vss365

- after green, there was only gray. clouds pressed birds from the sky to collect and die among the cinder fields, songless and dry. trees stripped bare, all blanched branch and brokenness, save for the small defiance of one leaf, seeking the light once more. - #poetry #vss365