Hollow Likeness Thou dream, perchance. Thou fantasize; thou see that which thee truly desire. Thou feel what many a great pens hath scratched, the intrepid sensation of complete. A sliver of meaning, more nigh than far, and thine eyes open. But what, prithee, do these wretched slits see? Another dream, whence the possibility of dreams …
Planetarium Fleetwood mac on the radio;the world is tunneled.There is only room for shifting dreams,dancing behind a vermillion flame.The needle lightly touches,the slowly turning vinyl.And I hum along with Bill,as he becomes one with the ivories.The princess drops slowly,through wispy clouds that give away.Light as a feather, glowing,into arms that hold. Now and again, Alfredo …
Here’s a poem I wrote in the summer of 2018 A Thunderous Eve With drops of water, the air shimmers. Drops of water that pervade the earth. The clouds stir, so does the bulbous shadow. The earth is enveloped in darkness . . . An eerie silence fills the air, ‘cept for the splatter of …
tomorrow Oh, how the years roll by, the floodgates of time thrust open. We’re overcome by a tide of change, of creation. We’re in the wake of a living future. A Tomorrow unfolding like a fantastical plot. “Who would’ve thought?”, you sigh. “Who would’ve thought?”, you sigh twenty years from now. We’re flowing, and we’ve …
The Onlooker’s Paradise A place like nowhere elseI am drawn hereto the Onlooker’s Paradisewhere I see everything. A window to the worldA world without my sinsor with, I can chooseas I see everything, everyone I walk in through the doorsthat were meant to be (forever) closedand see what lies beyondthat which was never meant to …
