Friday, March 10, 2006

flecks

i know the flecks in the sun of her eyes.

they are the dark spots from which
solar flares will erupt.

emotions that throw themselves,
coming from below the surface
of wistful intent painted vermillion.

i know the flecks in the sun of her soul.

they are the instructions for what
my will is subject to.

emotions that throw themselves
at a receiving hollow receptacle
filling human void with
something cosmically alien.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Middle Ground

what is the middle ground
when a heart draws

from the inside
what the eyes see?

an expression

not quite formed
in a stranger's eyes

that you suddenly
understand?

something once thought
beyond ability

glancing of words

last night, what started as a perfectly normal and balanced conversation became another "glancing of words." however, i must be learning because i processed through the event afterward and found that i was able to understand it and let it go because it was not really mine to own. little victories.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Beynac. 1997

It was a steep climb on the cobblestone street
To the precipitous seat of Chateau Beynac.
What were we thinking on such a warm day?
At the base, we laughed at a wooden sign
In front of a bakery that read “PAiN.”

Later, following the narrow winding streets
We turned a bend and were rewarded with
An unusual, amusing sight; against a low
Stone wall was an exuberant splash of color.
There hanging was a strange fruit;
A melon sized squash of blood orange hue.

I stooped beneath the dangling orb,
Looking at it against the powder blue sky.
It was a form of nature’s perfection
Against a clear robin’s egg heaven.

You smiled at me with a smile
An adult uses with a child when in wonderment.
I’m sure you thought the sparkle in my eyes
Was due to what my playful vision discovered.

Little did you know the perfection of the moment
Was actually your heartful’s reaction to my childishness.