yugao (evening sky)

yugao
is dancing

the shelter
of the summer
moss
battledresses
gazers

sometimes
she is content
with her
thoughts

and other times
freedom
is the jealousy
of the sun

sweetly resting
with pomes
forming
the evening
sky



©2007 woundedlordliterature

Ode To Ophelia Rainmaker

the youngsters play visceral latitude
her moonship has left the running
over cracked and slighted sidewalks
for empty mailboxes and dimes
having sensed mortalities finding
Jonah and a wicked pen
fell deep into the belly
to search the cold cut end
to feel destiny crying
along the steps of a Tahitian band
oh break your love
and sing those kisses
given salty with remorse
take out the heart
and be it true
for your honor does it trust
to rest that coif of surely plumb
with the lips of reconciliation
the wall to fall to pangs forgotten
the take of essence prow
that name that takes the tongue
in that pleasure, in that fear,
is it the one that holds you dear
is it one who kept you so
the long wind would escape this mor n
which leaves the fate of coffee and sunrise
come likewise with that limping champion
child, hold out your hands
for didn’t this love ever forsake you
likewise come for did it defile you
as the keeper of that vile
in simple hands

© 1998 private stock poetry

Rusalka

when I was young
I was able to be
with you,
more than
I was inclined
to be with any other
do you
wonder if I
miss you
I have not
been back
in so long

in the trails
and by the old cars
and down by the slant
and over by the crossing
and under the bridge
and in the tunnel
you tempted me
with deeds and love
and promised a mixture of
ambrosia and sapphires
I too would swim
and become a raindrop

those days when we were
just romping around in
the park we found
a nest under the willow
we ran with it to the falls,
where we let it go
as the nest sailed into infinity
I turned to say something
you giggled and I thought
you kissed my cheek
as the millenniums
stole you back




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