Why does the world spin away? Each clock beats out a broken tune, hands hold on to nothing, minutes splinter in the sight of daisies— there are no hours long enough for me; I was made for You, O God from everlasting.
Read more "For the Everlasting One"Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]
Read more "Varin’s Seat"Pounding up the dusty trail wending wide o’er field and fen through dark shadow, over vale and past the realm of mortal men. Rides on high the Kavalcade the steed of desperate wild light the flash in sun-glare’s gleaming raid that whisks like shivers in the night. It gleams like shining, liquid air but wears […]
Read more "The Kavalcade"I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]
Read more "Dying Warrior"The place to go when feeling blue is found beside a small cafe shaded by the ivy boughs, where one can sit to chat the day while shadows shroud from passing view in shaded cool and evening blue. – – –
Read more "Cafe Blues"One sure-footed day, I chanced to glance sideways and glimpsed a little speck of trouble flying at me from the west. I ran, I stumbled, I tripped. The earth beneath me slipped, tipping up like a mighty ship before succumbing to the sea. Someone let the tornadoes out inside my head, the roaring forces smashing […]
Read more "Vain Imaginations"What is a diamond in the dark? Or a mountain meadow with no light? What is the artist’s grandest mark or the whimsy of the clouds to night? Only blackness—like the hole that swallows whole my heart and eyes, down to the soul, blank as coal, where beauty haunts in whiffs and cries. If not […]
Read more "In Your Light We See Light"As dark as coal the cloudless night so cold as snow the ground. Harder than the frosted dust the hearts of men around. Thick silence knit the skies to earth, as guilty Adam dreamed of paradise he could not reach of life that might abound. – The night was split in cries of light a […]
Read more "Gift"Shadows (shadows only) see the infant king. The shadow of a tired mother head upon the lap of a man, too tired to sleep. The shadows of the animals that peer in interest down at their firs lodger–in their trough. The shadows of the shepherds, hot and out of breath, that smell of sheep and […]
Read more "Shadows"White shiny carpet in lumps of sugar-candy shares time with the stars. – – – Photo by Jim Wilce: https://www.pexels.com
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