She swung by

In these strange timesOf a thousand insurrectionsOf angry men and many crimes You brief visit, hasMore than the dreary hours of consultationBecome a source of soulful solaceA glimpse into many perfectionsOf bliss, of divine joy Your cheery cheek, your sparkling eyesYour beautiful visageA mental companion to places near and far Your brief visitTo my dwelling …

Valentine’s Day

There were no notes of affectionCertainly no exchange of ❤️sJust the validationThe course of love never does run smoothMore fits than starts Much too much to get in the wayOnly the weight of mutual dissentStamped the day Matters of destinyHigher minds & greater goalsAlways mustTrump the little warmth there could beOf holding hands and sipping …

Wounded

You scarcely left meBut your memoryOf touch, of kissOverwhelmed the sensesCut through the skinAnd left me wounded We found each otherAt that spring of loveFrom which flows pain We found each otherAgain and again at the same spring Each time with vowsNot to hurt But your kiss, your sweetnessYet once moreLeft me wounded

The Farce

Faced with mortal maladyPrimordial desire kicked inTightly to life one did graspNo room for reflective apathy And here’s the farceCare-filled ministrationTo full health did bring, ThenceA procession of rumination - the worth of life, or notSo casually does one parse

Constant company

In these outré times; Of a thousand insurrections; Of convoluted and mystical signs; When simple love and honest thought . You my North Star; Guide me in this journey; In places near and afar; Your words my dear, my constant company

A tiny ring

I sometimes May not perfectly remember Every line on your beautiful face But the ring on your middle toe I will not forget The toe connected To the pyramidal arch And that to the sculptured heal Tenuous architecture Finely dancing balance Not believable But for an act of divine intervention I crave to kiss that …

Syllables

Every poem Lonely syllables Straining to find Together In words and verse A place of love Of life Beyond the grave Hanging in the ether Like lovers embrace In that moment Forever

The Humdrum Rhythm

I write to you, Only of the ordinary, The humdrum rhythm of life, Like the mongrel fast asleep under the cool of a neem tree, More serene than the most peaceful Buddha, Or the beggar child’s large eyes, Tiny fingers clinging to her mother‘s grimy rags, Beseeching a few pennies of generosity. Tenderness! Or the …

Sloop

Slender and sophisticated she may be, Whose keel Cuts through, The blue Mediterranean Sea; With great efficiency But for reasons not quite logical, And certainly not popular A yacht, Is not quite me. Some have suggested a tanker Whose commercial uses Are obvious While not wishing to be a dampener Her substantial stern And an …

Crafting a song

Shall I craft you a song? Carved with blisters in my hand; Sweat on my brow, sweet but not long; Each pulse, each thought of you, Trickling like so many perfect grains of sand. Will you craft me song? Like seeds planted in a land with no rain; Irrigated with tears of my wrong; My …