Going


Lift the heavens’ paper screens

When I turn my head

And let the bands of day presage

Roads running blue to red

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Solar-powered raft


What love did I have that

Could ride hawk’s red

To the underside of the dawn?

I sat sipping the dregs

Of the radio connection

Dying in my palm

Some part I must have said aloud

Sky curling in and earth drying out

And I overseeing nothing

On an overturned cracked bucket

Where the road crumbled

And birds forgot to sing

“Mine,” you fuzzed together

The remains of June and December

Which now were all the same

Leaving me to marvel, my co-pilot

Had snuck up on me from within

A more translucent plane

You held a spherical non-circle

And a pilfered sucker stained your tongue

As you held that silver fob aloft

Your laugh sunk or doubled my hopes

It was hard to tell with

The sky turning off

“Now that you’ve found the end

Of the roads, don’t you know

I have a solar-powered raft

To take us the rest of the way”

And I would have disbelieved

If not feeling the downward blast

On board I asked again

About love, and the flightspeed

Of rafts versus hawks versus suns

And about why you’d left me two days

Sitting on that cracked bucket

But by then, we had gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Faerie lost


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I saw your footprints in the moss

Then, but now no longer

Trailing in the brook, ‘cross sunning rock

Then, but now no longer

What canopy could smell as fine

As night clouds through the trees

What bed the moss’ rival

What halls like trackless leaves

We touched hands once below the cliff

That turned the merlin’s head

And I followed you into gullies

Where time rode water’s wend

I saw you perched upon the moss

Then, but now no longer

And loved your naked, dirtied soles

Then, but now no longer

The Camp Years


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I slept sleeps in keeping with the thought

That we simply walked two different paths

Rains and autumns unto years through which

You smiled into other faces from farther parts

Forgetting each time the leaves turned again

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I let that red string lie and yet it had gone

Anchored by imaginings groundless

But for the one thing I never guessed

Even though anything could have been

After I left you

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Image of the Kettle Valley Trail

The Jade Peony

 

When I took a break (snack)


I made burrito bowls and falafels

And protein-type snack

At last a recipe of my own

One point five cups oatmeal

Blended into flour

Point five cups protein powder

(chocolate, of course)

Point five cups bran flakes

(crushed up but still crunchy)

Point five cups peanut butter

(smooth, just peanuts)

One tablespoon of coconut oil

And a dash of salt

Rolled into balls of whatever size

And I just kept on eating

Instead of

Blogging

 

The First and Last (Farlien’s Meeting Place)


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I could have gone on the ether

I could have kissed the hems

Of the cloud-clad gifts of Demeter

Of the jewels in the rocks and the fens

I had no seated bounds

No traces wound ‘round 

Naked lips, wrists, fingers and ankles

My neck I wore white

And clean as the new light

That broke on the spears of the mountains

I knew the birds’ hum

And the sybilline thrum

Of the woods and the heather mist rising

I looked no farther away

Than the next dawning day

‘Til I found the first and last treasure

I could have gone on the ether

I could have raised the land

With every step after Demeter

With every note sung a command

But I found the green by the water

I found flowers born of the eye

I found the words never before uttered

And here I am happy to lie

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This poem started with a mondegreene from “Moonlit”, by Villages

Image from Tolkien Gateway