Other Poems

 Behind a screen

Can we hold hands? For a moment, I thought it could Be more real, more warm, more sweet Then the shutdown--night is forced to remember longing, imagining inside the depth, the oozy dark bathed infinite

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Swept Up Swept up in a tide

From fall to presence

Only a faint connection

The shore--an anchor Pages of my life-story blurred by the pulse of the waves cascading  Their ebb and flow a mechanism--against submergence Almost not enough

Fiery sun, burning the edges

So my imperfectness cannot be

restored but only collected into a history--nay, a fantasy  

(These two were written some time before Jan 2021)

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A spell of wakefulness binds me 

to the imaginal

Where I spin tales listlessly 

Framing new patterns of participation 

With you

Eyes wide and mind frenzied

A magic antiode cannot

Cure these affairs of love

No the phantasy is too

pretty to leave behind

Why not sit with it?

Let them turn and flourish

One may be the very echo 

I return to in the present  

(Jan 18, 2021)

2/24/21

When Once I Knew

A morning's notice his thoughts for me.

I felt them while in reverie.

And then arose to feel so free to love.

So free to be enraptured by his love.

You see?

The depth and breadth, the sweet caress

His voice a salve for all my stress

I melt into his every sentiment