chattel clatter
working worth
turning over
treasures
in long handed
fingers
supple
crafted

smokey serene
musky dusk
swift about
the room
quick footed
casting looks
through the
cascade
blonde
haze
hash tag
momentum
in every click
of eyes
an eve
of a weekend
hushed in
the buslte
of words

..

You fell into the abyss,
But did you let go...
When darkness gets heavy,
Wear it like a blanket...

A curtain of glass,
Dont stride in too fast,
As you already are,
On the other side...

Laughter like snow,
Fresh cotton candy,
Melts in the mouth,
And flows to the heart...

Lit up and sparkling,
Eyes like the night sky,
Bejewelled with gems,
Of stars not seen before...

Come join me for a bite,
A slice of the moon,
Or a piece of this sky,
No one will miss a corner...

Sad but marvelous
memories remain immortal
we love
we lust
all else we do
we must
but memories
only last

all else does rust

You're a blessing in every form
a cuddly creature, thumb in mouth
wobbly feet doing rock n roll
to clap and cheer of those around

doted daughter for favorite dad
you're a blessing in every form
for mom who perms your girly curls
all do fancy your loving hugs

Growing up soon in sweet sixteen
your youthful charm truly pristine
you're a blessing in every form
all Tom cats have a crush on you

that tunnel over there persists
in beckoning we pair
so will we, somehow, still exist
once we leave, and pass through there?

it’s obvious to me, quite clear
the end’s beyond this place
we two just need to stay right here
in this cosy, warm, small space

but surely there’s a bigger room
to which we’ll soon belong
and, after birth, we’ll grow and bloom
I’m certain you’re mistaken, wrong

there’s only what our bodies feel
what our eyes can see
only what our senses tell
and nowhere else, than here, to be

The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
is thought by some as trivial at best.
Both natterings delivered with some cheek
comparing hard won art to all the rest.

Midmost though there’s abundance to be found.
The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
presents a bifurcation nigh profound,
for one is depth, the other rather weak.

A comment is didactics dealt oblique.
A self indulgent practice that inflates
the difference ‘twixt the comment and critique.
Analysis, our skill and ken donates.

Saline landscapes
panned periphery excursions
the surf taking forever
breaking across a width so wide
with wealth
a dusk forever lain
on a sea of silver

We all are masters of ourselves
each one is fatty may be distinct
you and I
may be a bit fatter
that perhaps
but then what of that

I can still walk a mile
a day
from morn to noon
you may kindly so say

I’ll be waiting by the Jordan
the far side bank where water’s clear
where sands of self are washed of dun
to wipe the veil of life’s veneer

so worry not that I am lost
I’ll be waiting by the Jordan
and by that river I have crossed
I’ll muse on what my soul has done

until your turn, when your tune’s run
and fate deems that we meet again
I’ll be waiting by the Jordan
and we’ll embrace each other then