Ice

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Ice lattice branch

line: cold intense:

 

sky leaches warmth

ground resounds

 

with iron freeze

clangs beneath

 

my boot.

 

However, did it

come to this?

 

After summer’s

hot blessing

 

& all the love

you gave to me

 

swirls within

the ice storm.

 

A solitary diamond

glistens, liquid chafes

 

to stone

 

I’m holed within

your ice cave

 

until the spring thaw.

 

 

 

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Shining

 

aurora

 

You finish

my sentences

 

understand the

thought, before it’s

 

spoken.

 

You grab me from

the dark: your light’s

 

been sought for

centuries

 

in all the wrong

places.

 

It’s a nameless

world

 

we linger here

skirting the edge

 

of story.

 

Blood & brittle bone

define us, but

 

we are only soul

shining.

Silence

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Silence

earth turns

 

winds rake

emptiness

 

of mind.

 

Silence

leaf falls

 

like tears:

 

rook calls

magpie tears

 

flesh from bone.

 

Leaves fall

like years

 

too many to

count

 

gold, copper

tears

 

lost now.

 

I’m turned

to stone.

 

Silence;

red berry

 

decorates

sleeping pond

 

November grinds

in desultory sleep

 

slipstream,

yesterday

 

today

 

impossible to

grasp

 

emptiness

of mind.

 

Silence.

Precious

gold-m

 

You were gold

to my electron

 

the summer endless

love a crucible.

 

Like autumn leaves

the years have left us

 

staring at the gaps

where light enters.

 

You were gold

to my electron

 

our fingers laced:

leaves scatter a

 

glitter path that leads

always to the edge.

 

Light in an August kitchen

ripples of laughter

 

pivotal minds entwined

in teenage heads

 

but now I’m clutching

memory:

 

you are gold

to my electron:

 

burn me.

 

sulfur-m

 

 

Poet

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

hidden in this place

of shifting:

 

rooks  hieroglyph

over winter land

 

mud is all we own

to slip through.

 

‘’Razor blades’’

they cried

 

but you made

it through

 

more alive

than any.

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

ghost voice

reluctant prophet

 

falling into

endless grace.

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

a slip of time

forever change

 

I’m nowhere.

 

 

 

The dreamer

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You’re spinning dreams

candy floss & roaring steed

 

a carnival of light:

 

dreams that stretch

a spider’s web of themes

 

to land in shamrocks

at my door.

 

I’m hiding here

beneath this autumn’s

 

bare branch, all the gold

the glitter gone, you leave

 

a sequin on my cheek

each time we speak

 

you make me smile

remember beaches

 

framed by frangipani flower:

 

& so I laugh

to hear your voice

 

on wind – torn night

I listen still

 

in the still darkness

of owl time, a waft

 

a weft, attached by

sugar dreams

 

to lull me in my sleep

to dream of ‘’we’’.