August 2012

string quartet
my heartache
becomes sound

my aging hand
scrawling out verses
for oblivion

storm-tossed clouds —
an old man ploughs over
his field of dreams

cringing moon —
my shadow stretches out
beyond itself

not so dead
a neglected rose bush
sprouting leaves

until dawn
in the belly of nothing
lacklustre night

as if
to remove doubt —
blossoms

this winter
where dwells emptiness?
speechless moon

out
of the sky —
winter

spring sunrise —
from the love-fire
smell of bread

coolness —
light falls where all
is music

viewing need
from his feathered nest ...
Ryan shrugs

shooting season —
a duck forgets
to duck

boundless sky —
evening traffic
streams by

out of mind
bulbs awaken
in the dark

heavy clouds —
a cuckoo nests
in the pine

on this path
once her shadow too —
returning spring

dead silence —
which of these strains
reveals you?

carefree spring —
for its defining moment
a frog leaps

swampy dawn —
a lone duck shooter
eases his pain

moveable feast —
birds of prey divide
the spoils

boundless night —
a filigree of words
unfolding

winter path —
lichens eat away
the signs

bitter fruit—
a little boy spawning
mushrooms

the cascade
of two thousand light years—
southern cross

sprung rhythm—
tomcats retreat
in alleys

groaning earth—
is this creation
giving birth?

morning veil—
the ache of lovers
torn apart

this winter
darkness spins webs
within me

cloudy eyes—
a distant twinkle
birthing stars