from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
Again, the full moon rises
through the Live Oaks—
how we go on.
(March 14, 2019)
Duration
Tag: poetry
Influence (wooing)
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
Can one be wary,
and still be
unconscious?
Words seduce me—
their pulse and purr,
without my awareness.
I know nothing
more than nothing;
this I know.
Someone
somewhere
whispers to me.
(March 12, 2019)
Now
all folds
into now:
nothing
remains
always
all’s nothing—
no more
no less
only now
here
with you
(March 12, 2019)
The Clinging, Fire
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
He holds to the shape
of his world, safe
as a cow’s contentment.
He darkens the light
he reads by, then forms
opinions like fire
softly licking the air
into smoke. As each
day becomes another,
he accepts the work
before him, unconcerned
of what comes after.
(March 12, 2019)
The Abysmal
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
Yet again, the river rages;
I know what to do now,
after so many years.
(March 8, 2019)
Preponderance of the Great
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
I worry too much,
or not enough,
yet do nothing.
Here at home
cats curl
in our laps;
when friends visit,
the table’s full,
laughter and wine
flow unabated.
Far away
along the edges,
below the ice,
cracks appear;
and, the ground shifts
beneath us.
(March 7, 2019)
The Corners of the Mouth (providing nourishment)
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
I return again
and again to
gain small bits
of what she offers.
Often drunk
at her table,
I feed on
her infinite root.
Even as I am
changed, Poetry
absorbs the earth
and all upon it.
What part I am,
what part I have
become, rises
into her dance.
(March 6, 2019)
