Due to some earlier technical difficulties,
everyone did not receive
many of the previous blog poems
so I am gradually reposting
those earlier writings
until everything is current.
for me
sleep does not come easy on days like this
there is a buzz from beyond all the blather
yearning has laryngitis
no speech came from there for the ears
the scale of being has been altered
a Pilates of the soul is now winding down
the space of vacancy . . . does now empty
a migration of awareness goes unencumbered
if I am wearing a nametag it is made of amnesia
amelioration is a perfume of breath returning
a pile of crutches burning brightly with vroom
a timeline becomes a doodle from boredom
the ears have experienced a flash flood directly
I am searching in a world of mirrors for a seam
there exists a zoo of expectations to visit
I am the shrink-wrap of observation’s cast
we are all beads of water returning home
some if by sky, some by a toast, some by tears
we will all cross waterways as the river then
we will all journey the skies as clouds then
we will all be beckoned by pathos as tears then
we will all pool then stream then ocean
and eventually surface into spray
today is a spray day
a trickle down evaporative slosh of a day
and all stages eventually on display
there is a stain and there is a sheen
there are residues and there is spotlessly clean
where I have audience now
I am withheld
saved for a later wash of being . . .
to thaw from the fire
to spring from the downed
to grasp from the inside out
the null of all things into one
there are crickets in the choir from within
their song is muffled by reeds of logic
their numbers are a sheer of overwhelm
they are crops of rest forthcoming
may you find yourself sunup to what I have said
while I now search in sundown’s cover
all these things are made of whirl
and feather-like when put to words’ adhesion
I surrender the words
and return to feelings
sleep does not come forth easy . . .
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