sundance
Monday, July 30, 2007
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Labels: photomanipulation, poem
Moon Shards
Friday, June 22, 2007
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Labels: poem, Procrastination
Burned
Sunday, May 06, 2007
You must find it
fascinating how--
moths are riveted
to the flickering pyre
you dangle
in between fingertips.
Its wings dance
alongside silent, gray tendrils
escaping your breath.
Circling around,
irrevocably drawn
to the sighs
that kiss your lips.
Saltine beads,
tease your temple,
then your cheekbone,
curving around your jaw.
A faint smile shows
your minute amusement
at how this creature
will leave a field of flowers
for the scent of sweat.
This drab cousin
of the butterfly,
craves attention
and will stay still
on your palm
staring up
in simple-minded wonder
at the meteor
about to burn
its wings.
Posted byRax at 6:37 PM 0 comments
Labels: poem
Prayer
He is kneeling.
Joints locked in grief
as he looks ahead
to the altar where
he imagines Celtic knots
unwind from the crucifix
and begin to tie themselves
around his neck.
He reaches back
on the church bench,
fingertips finding it
suddenly riddled with scars-
names and serial numbers
that once belonged
on violet wrists.
His eyes close
as the requiem starts
to unravel the invisible
skein of a memory:
a red-hot iron branding
cold skin of a son
that could've been.
The bell tolls
for his last supper,
its mournful knell
breaking the glass casket,
spilling his conscience
like wine poured into chalices
that were her fingers.
His shaking hands clasp
in repetitive prayer for
his eyes to see in
shades of gray,
so he will not remember
the yellow ribbon his daughter
is tying around 88 stones
of an unmarked grave.
Posted byRax at 6:34 PM 0 comments
Labels: poem
Reach
You took my heart
and rubbed it clean
with your sleeve,
erasing its scars by
inhaling my soul and
blowing out the sadness
into the air.
I am sun kissed when you
catch me creeping around
the border of shadows,
tugging me away with
the kind of amusement
a child earns when caught
with hand in cookie jars.
Yet I am still incomplete,
broken in places your warmth
has not been able to mend.
Maybe this time I’ll reach further
for your outstretched hand
so you don’t have to come
down to get me every time.
Really, I’ll try harder,
because I know…
I can love you much better than this.
Posted byRax at 6:33 PM 0 comments
Labels: poem
Mirror Universe
Sunday, March 11, 2007
By and by the light doth descend and steal
In hours of pondering and solitude
Time stays still to mirror that I do feel
In my mind's quickening and my pen pursued.
Epiphany, a glimpse, as words race by
Where mortal mirrors whisper and reveal
Sorcery that drains that life and soul dry
That potion can't cure nor time can so heal.
Oh sensitive mind, a word or a thought
Reflection of evil lying beneath
That a Queen's mirror will give the truth sought
Even when death is a burden bequeath.
Ivory towers can be made to fall
The mirror will seek the fairest of all.
Posted byRax at 5:41 PM 1 comments
Labels: poem