Night falls

Posted on November 23, 2024 by aperture

With great fanfare

Contagious

Posted on November 21, 2024 by aperture

Do I dare dwell
Night and day
Sacrifice lesser thoughts
For prized noble insights 
Into some or other
Look, word, a smile
Given to me by one adored
Once upon a time...

I do dare
Forgive me if words
Do drag on
But I am of the mind
That love, a cure-all
Conntagion runs through 
Generations 

If these words and purest thoughts
Never reach her ears
For certain a chance to
Float about for many
Hundreds of years
Is that not how 
I caught it first 
From a blue green eye
Locked on mine - but once

In your own time

Posted on November 18, 2024 by aperture

Poured out like an offering
Waterfall, infinity pool
In the alpine summit
Of glacial paced healing
From losing all held dear
That and more
Saying goodbye took time
Through thousands of moments
Admired over and over
Letting go means allowing
Rapids take you forward 
Knowing you have the strength
To stay afloat
Survive another capsize
Walk away into the wilderness 
Once more

Ask me again

Posted on November 10, 2024 by aperture

Won't you?
Life no longer
Violet crumble 
In my hands
If only
Sweet honeycomb
Chocolate mess
Ask me over
After work
Take the ticket 
To the show
Now state walls
Not a giant mask
Anymore
Storm blows over
World conjures another 
Ask me again 
For someone to hold

Tell the bees

Posted on November 4, 2024 by aperture

May the goodwoman
Blaze the trail
To the honey box
Knock gently twice
Tell the bees 
The whisperer is gone
May they carry on

Midden mortar

Posted on November 2, 2024 by aperture

*Saltworks ruins, Little Swanport Tasmania*

Two seeds

Posted on October 31, 2024 by aperture

Which one to water
Who could know 
What it will be 
So tiny, two leaves 
Open the flower
Scent on the breeze
Wait and see
Which one are we?

In the end

Posted on October 30, 2024 by aperture

We all become stories

~ Margaret Attwood

My secret garden

Posted on October 27, 2024 by aperture

Urgently wish
To kiss you
Instead, waited years
Climbed high mountains
To coincide with
Long-held promise
Of blooming again

Rubble

Posted on October 22, 2024 by aperture

I barely remember the wall coming down
Though tender renowned
Perestroika and glasnost
My Minsk pen pal
Whom I nearly visited
If not for that iron curtain
A downed air plane
VHS player was their request
For duty free on the plane
From a 10 year old
Broken wall boundaries
Parenting –
Though missed a trip
To America
With my swim club
Too young, they guffawed
Knotts Berry Farm
Apparently more dangerous than
Newly formed USSR.