JANUARY
Emotionally digesting
holiday mayhem.
Stuff stuffed
down.
People so sad, and
angry.
Angry to be so
sad,
watching their lives seep
down
some irrevocable
hole.
It was supposed to be
better.
Supposing life face
drowning in
sweet, lush flowers,
flopping back
to watch movies in the
clouds.
Angels and wizards and
clowns
smile simply, wave
past.
Grown up at
last,
equipped with legitimating
ID
to enter the grown-up
places
— where is the
promise?
“When you get older you
will understand.”
No reward of freedom for
following the rules;
after endless stringent
days in schools,
no wisdom to replace those
wasted years.
Fragmented by fear and
aggravation,
ambition and
futility,
unable to command fluidity
into
structured bones, or the
wage
to repay required
loans.
Conversation always turns
to want,
to depression of what was
meant to be.
The burden, not a
gift,
weight of a world awaiting
revelation.
Wasn’t it enough, the sky
snow bright
one Winter
night
out in a world alive in
celebration?
Breathing clear crystal
cold,
warmed by deep blood
flow
under our
skin.
1/1
Whose prophecy is worthy to
invest our hearts, hands, minds?
If our world makes a circle
— no end or beginning —
may we slip between a then
and now?
The weight of the
world
The sadness of
oceans
The endless pain of life
a’borning
This is a year of
prophecy.
Abandon hope all who
enter,
oracular oratory
sings
through collective inner
ear.
Remember reason. Remember
Preacher.
Fall into whispered
memory,
the best of scenes in
dreams, in ether.
No time left for
hope.
It’s do or die
unsung.
One scene at a
time.
New Year
Prayer
Let go
Feel the caressing
beauty
Let it Be
I allow,
opening
to effervescent
imagery
Shimmery waves
of
sound, light, scent,
texture
lifting my
essence
I allow
in reverie, in
grace
Bursting
through
a stale
chrysalis
Feeling
ecstasy
in the beating
of my wings
Prologue
Sun and Moon
embrace
as one
for brief
eternity
all mystery
within
Black and
White
create
gradation
radiate kinetic
energy
We can achieve
believe, begin, begin,
begin
Gardeners, planting
flowers,
planting food,
planting souls
in
nurturing soil
Healers
perceiving
wounds
to be sewn
relieving
loneliness
revealing pain
held in,
denied
twisting ardent
toil
Teachers
admiring their
wards
finding with
them
questions, keys and
doors;
realizing history is only
destiny
when explorations
cease;
invitations from space and
time
come complete
with choices
A choir of
voices
from softest
spark
to fervent
blaze
Troops of effervescent
players
Symphonies,
drums at dawn
Inspiration and
instruction
carried forth through song
and stage
vibrant murals painting
onward age to age
Taking up the challenge of
the tale
that twists, turns,
meanders
providing kaleidoscopic
opportunity
ever to begin
again
RINGING THE
CHANGES
welcome to another
year,
spiral voyage around
this plane
yet one more touchstone
day
to feel the depth of
time
Echo after light, Sun
lapsed into peaceful lull.
Quiet of new dusting; cold
blanket edges trees, roofs, road.
Gentle twilight, before
revelers’ night, before frieze of laughter,
bubbling spirits, high
hats, beaming, desperate to ignite,
to touch ice to ice and
become.
New Year searches forward,
blind drunken eyes behind,
leaking distilled tears
denied. We are jolly good one and all.
Ballads, broken lyrics,
misremembered, misunderstood;
gladly clapping hand
against back, strapping together to
keep upright, sloshing
through traffic mottled snow
slipping together, sliding
to raucous tune,
old fools’ show,
commemorative legends to pull out over
brandy and
fire.
Resolutions and
revelations.
Mesmerized, shimmering
glass, sparking visions.
Clean star twinkles ask
not, glory in terpsichore.
No written lines obscure
hope’s sky, open beyond horizon’s
misty expanse rolling into
sea. Drink the season,
to oblivion, to ecstasies
bequeathed, excess emotion
released. Amniotic,
amnesia of expectation. Breathe —
vestigial gills
awaken.
This is the first measure
of the first movement.
A pirouette, a dervishly
delight-filled whirl.
Cast upon this rocky
estuary, future’s spell.
Inner wise
third eye calls dawn to
destiny.
Peace to you all in this
Year of Prophecies (may all your world ends hook up to better worlds
beginning)
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