July 1, 2013

Droplets of Late July


The alphabet
Fell from the sky
In a literary cloudburst

           Quickly
           I held out my cap
           Snaring the wet letters
           In the reservoir
           Of its discolored peak

Words and phrases
Began to emerge swiftly
Overflowing my shabby hat
And pouring to the ground
To form a deep puddle
Of regal poetry
At my feet


          S
....          P
........          L
............          O
................          O
....................          S
........................          H



Some days
Creating this
Is as effortless 



..............As a promenade 


............................In cool rain


 

June 1, 2013

A Glimpse into God's Mirror


The beauty mark
Stretched across the cashier's face
Like hideous sculpture
Modeled in pitch
Splotch of melanoma
Size of a grapefruit
Porous, unsightly
Marring her blameless countenance
Beyond restoration

I tried not to stare
Averting my gaze
To the myriad shelves
Displaying chocolate-covered reveries
Tawdry magazines, lip balm
But some rude bewilderment
Has stolen my higher judgment
My eyes would not yield
Their surveillance
Of the blemish
Tension began to fester
An infected laceration
Seeping with pus
Feverish
Awkwardness swirled
In the droplets of silence
Pervading the stationary store
The cashier looked up and
Caught me
Mid-ogle

Ashamed
I threw my items
Down on the counter
Wanting to flee from her presence
As quickly as possible
But an unseen hand
Stopped me in my tracks
I could not escape
Something miraculous
Was beginning
The walls around me
Were melting away
Like wax of ceremonial candles
Burning for an occult ritual
Surreal gesticulations dallied
Aborted apparitions
Floated through smoky air
Incorporeal graveyard dancers
In ghostly procession
The scene, a hazy photograph
Of tormented colors and shapes
Diaphanous, defunct
The lost limbs
Of a blind leper
Rotting
In unknown places

The birthmark materialized before me
A writhing smudge of black
Pulsating like a fist of dough
Being kneaded
For sacrificial bread
Features began to emerge
Revealing visage
Putrid scowl
Glaring at me
Scalpel eyes leering
Venomously
From sable slits
As if looking through my skin
Beyond my nervous viscera
To dissect my spine
With anger
Its lips parted
Revealing brown teeth
With dark purposes
My vision was locked
On this lecherous cancer-face
Revolting, pugnacious
The world as I knew it
Vanished completely
I was trapped
Inside its terrible vacuum

"Who are you to judge? Are you perfect?"

Frozen
Awestruck
Unable to utter sound
My mouth fell open
Useless
The birthmark began to morph
Anew
Folding in on itself
Blurring and being reinvented
Lips extending
Chiseled features emerging
Like the face of a newborn baby
Being wiped clean of placental fluid
A voice like pebbles
Being shaken
In an aluminum can

"Have you no compassion?"

Pale green light
Flooded the dreamscape
Illuminating everything
The face was becoming clearer
Flashing traces of sanity
Less menacing
Benign
Glowing brightly
Surrounded by stardust
Shimmering and cascading
In heavenly whirlpools
Celestial

"What has this girl ever done to you?"

With the suddenness
Of a breaking cloud
I realized
That the beauty mark
Had transformed
Into the most radiant visage
I had ever witnessed
A face etched by God
In the image of perfection
Breathtaking, absolution
The countenance of a vested angel
Knowing everything
Offering unconditional compassion, grace
I wanted nothing more
Than to gaze
Into those immaculate features
For eternity
To be absorbed by them
And embraced
By their sage wisdom
Love

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Choking on words
Losing all sense of myself
Humbly
I opened my mouth
But no reply appeared
No defense for my actions
Only a worthless mumble
Barely audible

"Why does your voice lack
the conviction of your stare?"

My answer now
Would make all the difference
I was being offered
This one chance
To atone for my mistakes
Make amends
With a black-faced messenger from God
I closed my eyes tightly
Mustering my strength
Every shred of goodness
That I had ever felt
Full-voiced
I shouted
The only phrase
That came to mind

"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!"

Silence
I opened my eyes
To find myself
Back in the stale reality
Of the stationary store
Endless aisles of merchandise
Begging to be purchased
By passers-by
A wall of cigarettes
Standing before me
Colorful cartons
Belittling the vices of lung cancer
Paradise was gone
The seraphic facade of the birthmark
Had evaporated
My heart was sinking
In the shallow confines
Of my chest
For the absence of divinity
Loneliness untamed
Then I noticed the cashier
Staring at me in disbelief
Incredulous

"What did you just say?"
She asked

Miracles abound
In this world
Everyday
If one is only in tune
Enough to see them
My gaze came up to meet hers
The girl's face
Beamed with silent dignity
That I couldn't distinguish before
The expression of inner beauty
Gleaming on the outside
A look of confidence
The birthmark
Somehow seemed less prominent
Unobtrusive to my eye
Almost transparent
I understood immediately
That the blemish
Had not changed at all
I had

"You are beautiful"



May 31, 2013

Gold-Leaf Eon


D
....E
........C
............A
................D
....................E
........................S


........................~within a moment~


S
....E
........A
............S
................O
....................N
........................S


........................~within an hour~



Love
Doesn't need
To last forever
 


....Just long enough



.........To....s.....p.......a..........n



A lifetime



May 15, 2013

Mother's Promise



"I’m scared, Mommy"


Sterile lights
Discerning white glare
Upon the wintergreen tiles
Of the hospital floor
The unfairness of life
Had blown into her atmosphere
Like the catastrophic breath
Of a roaring tornado
Leaving only jagged ruins
In its wake


"I don’t want to die"


Every word was a cleaver
Slashing away another chunk
Of her shattered heart
Her child was barely five years old
Disintegrating before her eyes
Ravaged by disease
Failing by the day
She had done her best
To create a safe world for him
Of freshly-mown grass
Sprinkled ice cream
A vanilla-scented jamboree
For him to grow in
But he would soon be leaving
Taken from her too early
Thrown into a mysterious realm
Of uncertainty
She was helpless
Unable to intervene
He did not fully comprehend
The concept of death
His tender mind
Was not ready


"I’ll miss you too much"


She searched for the words
That would offer succor
Any sentence
That could pacify
His needless suffering


"Mommy will be there, honey"


A vibration of hope
Tingled in her chest
As the phrase departed her lips
She elaborated:


"Yes baby
Time has no meaning in heaven
Someday Mommy will pass away
And when I do
I’ll just come right back here
To meet you"


"You will?
You promise?"
He sniffled
A deluge, frantic tears
Pooling copiously
Beneath swollen eyes


"I promise, my love
Mommy will never let you down"
She affirmed


"Cross your heart"
He demanded


"I cross my heart and hope to..."


She turned away
Not allowing the word
To escape her mouth
Confirming the inevitable
The unthinkable
She said a silent prayer
Raising her inner voice
Up to God
Asking for her child
To be spared
Begging
For the evil that consumed his body
To be erased
Solemnly
She prayed
For a miracle


But a miracle
Was not to be


Tiny coffin
The deep drumming
Of hallowed soil
Dropping into a new grave
The intrepid aroma of tiger-lilies
A hurricane brewed
Within her scattered thoughts
Trust became a question mark
In parentheses
The church was a vaudeville act
God, a mad jester
She would never again
Pray to an aloof deity
Residing in an unproven afterlife
Why should an innocent die?
And why does God not listen?
Heaven, the eternal reward
Offered like an invisible box of rain
To the stringent soul
Impervious to corruption
Baked in a kiln
Glazed and hardened
Faith was only a luxury
That took its tax
In time


I’ll just come right back here
To meet you


The promise plagued her
A blistered rash
On the soft flesh of her spirit
A hasty pact
Made in a desperate moment
To shear the cloying twines
Of lineal existence
Doff the threads of chronology
And meet her baby in the hereafter
At his point of crossing over
It was a vow that she knew
Could not be delivered
Her last words to her shrinking child
Were a lie
She felt disgusted
Frightened and perplexed
She could not bear the thought-–
Her little boy
Sleeping in the cemetery
His soul gone
His vitality
Lost forever
Never to be touched again
Unanchored
Hanging on the thinnest shreds
Of her beliefs
She hoped idly


* * *


Years crawled by...


She grew old
Worn
Cancer had infested her body
Stealing her esophagus
With its decaying fingers
Jaundice had dyed her skin
The color of ancient papyrus
Scribbled with the cobalt veins
Of forgotten language
Fading away
She lay motionless in bed
Chasing specters
Across the shadowed ceiling
With her eyes
Resentment had evacuated her mind
She had no anger left
No energy
Her sole thought
Was of the child she had lost
So long ago
And the empty vow
That he had carried
To his premature grave


Mommy will never let you down


So here
In the final stanza
Of her shrouded life
She submitted her soul
Before God
Allowing herself
To be sated with love
Unquestioned fealty
Pure devotion
She could feel the trappings
Of her mortal body
Peeling away
The shadows were closing in
Quickly
With her dying breath
She offered up the remnants
Of her trust
That was all she had left
To give
In this world


"Please forgive me"


As the first rays
Of the new morning
Began to filter
Through the drawn blinds
She closed her eyes
For the last time



And kept her promise




May 1, 2013

Blessed Ventilation

Here... 

I gaze at an inspired sky
Clouds of satin, gossamer breezes
Smoke tango on a dance floor of firmament blue
Tendrils rise as marionettes on kite strings
To greet the open arms
Of memory 


This thought
Keeps every fallen leaf
From the briar
Subdues the gravity
Within the situation
Narrows the discrepancy
Of satisfaction
Between a blown kiss 

--------------And contact 

Give me
Your wayward zephyr
Symphonies of spring corollas
Come to fruition
In the wake
Of a swaying baton 

--------------I'll take your pocket
--------------Of fresh air 


-----------------------------And breathe it in


April 30, 2013

Mystery Mouse


She looks so minuscule:

Mystery mouse
Knelt in reflection
Beside her yawning box
Of providence

You--

.....The vivid feathers
.....In her ceremonial dance

..........The honeysuckle perfume
..........On her summer current

...............The glorious crescendo
...............To her life's symphony

You--

.....The gilded cloud
.....To her noontide shower

..........The lighthouse beam
..........Over her pebbled coast

...............The marble pearls
...............In her necklace of smiles

You--

.....The decision
.....She made with sentience

..........The fundamental root
..........That makes her love feel deducible

...............Her happiness
........................Her hope
..............................Her home...



So.
What was it?

An errant moonbeam?
Some dewy leaves on pavement?
A capricious angel soaring across your horizon?

What anomaly waylaid your concentration?

Why did your motorbike

...................................S
......................................K
.........................................I
............................................D


Into that ditch?


She looks so minuscule:

Mystery mouse
Knelt in reflection
Beside her yawning box
Of providence

...................The pine box
...................That holds--

You

April 15, 2013

Vow




God
Brought you
To me


~@~


God
Is bringing
Me to
.
.

You


~@~


And we
Will bring
Each
Other
.
.
.
.
.

To
God





April 1, 2013

Tides, They Are a-Changin'

 
I close my eyes   . . . . . . .
 To watch the tide roll in   . . . . . . .
  Ideas in waves   . . . . . . .
  Float on anamnesis   . . . . . . .
  Flow through id   . . . . . . .
   Caress the reefs and shoals   . . . . . . .
Of a moonlit mind   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Rippled ocean   . . . . . . .
 I lose myself   . . . . . . .
 In spiral undercurrents   . . . . . . .
 Eddies, whirlpools   . . . . . . .
Coral bubbles   . . . . . . .
Driftwood   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
 Mesmerized by mist   . . . . . . .
 Showers begin to swirl   . . . . . . .
 Echoes of liquid feet   . . . . . . .
Pattering sand   . . . . . . .
Droplets in a dance   . . . . . . .
Tip-toe, soft shoe   . . . . . . .
 Tears of a broken cloud   . . . . . . .
 Offer inundation   . . . . . . .
 . . . . . . .
Your heart lies ashore   . . . . . . .
Lunar love   . . . . . . .
Gowned in starry silk   . . . . . . .
 Galactic pearls   . . . . . . .
 Incandescent shells   . . . . . . .
 Shimmering as if forged in silver   . . . . . . .
Trade winds carry whispers   . . . . . . .
Secret swells   . . . . . . .
Faint silhouettes dowsed in salt   . . . . . . .
 Briny enigmas   . . . . . . .
 Below the surface, an iron graveyard   . . . . . . .
 Sunken ships   . . . . . . .
Drowned souls   . . . . . . .
Mystery's recess   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
I submerse   . . . . . . .
 My fingertips   . . . . . . .
 . . . . . . .
Slowly...   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Cautiously...   . . . . . . .
 . . . . . . .
 Hoping not to wash away   . . . . . . .
 A pivotal moment   . . . . . . .
Silenced   . . . . . . .
By the tug of undertow   . . . . . . .
Aqueous pendulum of passing time   . . . . . . .
 Sprinkled with doubts   . . . . . . .
 Damp frets   . . . . . . .
 . . . . . . .
I hold but one wish   . . . . . . .
To embrace   . . . . . . .
The sky   . . . . . . .
 Where it meets   . . . . . . .
 The sea   . . . . . . .
 Precious horizon where Heaven waits   . . . . . . .
Beauty is as timeless   . . . . . . .
As the rain   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
 Seasons elapse   . . . . . . .
 In a single breath   . . . . . . .
 Universe reveals itself   . . . . . . .
Filling the night   . . . . . . .
With peace   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
 Dip with me   . . . . . . .
 Into this stream   . . . . . . .
 Bathe in sleep   . . . . . . .
Cleanse the deep   . . . . . . .
Bring in the ablution   . . . . . . .
Of a dream   . . . . . . .
 . . . . . . .
 And feel   . . . . . . .
 The healing touch   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Of water   . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .