IN THE GLOAMING 3-27-06

twilight
comes finally
Shifting
life's view.
Through
faux
paned
French frames
fog rolls
in off
the bay.
Twinkling
echo's
memories
of loves
invitation
to dance.

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THE PENITENT Oct. 2002

Time melds day and night
awareness lost
dates and hours absent
venturing forth through
warped space
an endlessly expanding
rubberband of time
mornings become evening
yet only moments
seem to have past
kneeling in pews
suspended supernaturally strung

Later, without thought
dressed in yesterday's past
forlorn lips
wrap themselves
around earlier errors
unbecoming dialogue
bursts forth
unhinged and unstudied
heart remorse burns

Soul intent on absolution
apprehensively waits
awkwardly the green light
that bids enter
the confessional
"Bless me father, for I have sinned"

words suddenly absent
replaced with mournful
profuse weeping
uncontrolled tears
repentance so carefully crafted
unveiled economy of words
no syllable squandered

Amply prepared to confess
absolution assured
bathed in grace
anticipation of washed away sin
like fresh line dried linen
blowing in the wind

Still more difficult
than sorting one's sins
recognizing their weight
venial, dread mortal, the long ago forgotten
the haunted, guilt addled, dispicable deeds
weren't really that bad
I do sometimes think

The crucial link
is finding a confessor
to whom one can speak
arrogance
and flatulent piety
don't begin to redeem.
Nor bestow exhalting epiphanys
on poor mortal souls
who daily place one foot
ahead of the next
wavering yet wondering
just where this all leads

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ALL IS DUST 3-4-2006

Frailty informs our ceaseless sighs
as we drift
through numbered daylights
our strength
at last fruitless
all kindness beheld
consumed.

Buy arrogance
damn snake.
Intended at creation
to live as a fish
Temporal vanity robbed him
the ability to swim.

Restricted to land
prepared always to strike
groomed by desire
to ravish
and suppress

Felled by fear
incapeable of love
still encoraged
by his reflection mirrored

What has he gained?
dust
dust
all is dust


Lashes of eyes
once lovingly
curled around
moonbeams dripped
in stardust

Possibility and purpose
now dwindle
life passes

Our former zeal
becomes fertilizer
now soiled

The legacy forsaken
proposes
a future
from which
worms
shall spring

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WHY ? 3, 4,06

Why must your pride
wrestle
struggle
and fearfully
deny
the pleasure
clearly shared

Mystically assured
we were
approached
by the universe
at the cosmos invitation

Together
soaring
unfettered
dandelion seeds drifting
through winds

Into an ageless
timeless
belonging
such truth we
too seldom
celebrated

a gift
a marvellous
mysterious union
reserved for none
other
than ordained lovers

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