Crescendo – A poem

Coursing through the piquant breeze, swirls of blood orange lifesparks Scrape across the saffron sands like delicate arpeggios. The tranquil fullness of life’s dulcet allegro Bolsters sagging courage with promises of paradise. Once buoyant blooms, long since faded, Lie in tangled heaps across the hallowed fields. The spirit, filled with tangy ripeness, Willfully begins the …

Hidden Realms Within

Cloud cliffs drift over rough barked deep green pines, As the scent of cut grass and damp earth caress the neighbors’ star spangled banners; Holding at bay the crimson-tipped spears of deep-rooted anxiety sprouting like noxious weeds menacing the fragile fairy of tranquility Beneath my lukewarm coffee, the open page advises The wise man knows …

Accepting Impermanence

Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. – Leonardo da Vinci I am creating an entirely new type of poetry. Poetry illuminates my life with tints of stardust. I hope you enjoy my new genre of poetry. There’s more to come. Poem 01 [Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to …

A Poem of Valediction

The glistening torii gate framed the lush sanctuary like a vermilion sentinel. Dawn’s silver silence was fractured by stuttering footsteps on rough slate. A cinnabar leaf clung to the stone lantern drawing the eye upward. Across the koi pond joyful sunbeams ignited the recently transplanted laceleaf maples. Crimson radiance dripped onto the mossy rocks like …

World between Worlds – A Poem

The spring evening cools the warm stone. A heady perfume of grass and ground rises from behind the veiled sunset. Night wings beat. A stillness comes. From the front porch, sounds of child’s play call the heart to sift the years through open hands. The memory of nights such as these coaxes the eyes to …

Poem: Blue Moon Rising

Pulsating sinuous strands Spread along sandy flesh Like a lover’s luxuriant tresses across a pillow The approaching lantern of fertility Brightens the aching heart Drains away negativity Positive tingles prickle the spine Musky incense tantalizes the tongue Face into the wind and listen The blue moon’s siren call Echoes throughout the briny deep Silky steps …

Poem: The Sea of Mortality

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. – Oscar Wilde Our body-vessel carries our spirit Atop the crests and troughs of time The vast cerulean sea of mortality Challenges convictions and shatters delusions The fabric of ephemeral awareness Propels the seeker ever-onward Vigilant eyes and resolute hands …

Sonnet to the Rosy Dawn

The golden chariot of rosy dawn Appears over the deep indigo sea Her team of swift radiant steeds drive on As sweet serenity swirls around me Eternal goddess bringer of daylight Arrives upon a salty perfumed breeze Bright visage scatters the demons of night While her warm embrace sets hearts at ease Eos, shining sister …

Ode to My Kite Soul

This body in which I live has ripened to maturity Once supple flesh strains against the yoke of time Outflowing years sculpt my well-seasoned visage Every day I open my eyes is a good day My essence is ever-reaching beyond this tangible frame Entering the green tabernacle I unpack my kite soul Folded within my …

Rapture on the Shore: A Sonnet

A lone spirit wanders the foamy line Heart adrift, floating between sand and sea Trod shattered mountains and slick gems of brine Timeless messengers take my soul to thee Mortal coil spun between heaven and earth Escape the unreal web of illusions Draped over my innocent eyes since birth Uncover the mystic in seclusion Touching …