Simply, a refrain

The simplest

Of a refrain repeats

 

Rounding a bend

Again, turning tumult

 

Away. I could shake

Punctuation

 

With obfuscation

Or even a narrative

 

Jibe of the post

Post-modern kind

 

But writing

Those words

 

Disturbs. Take me

Back to a refrain

 

Of the simplest kind

That winds around

 

And around. I hear

A swiftness in the line

 

Of time, a contrapuntal

Return to elemental

 

Singularity, when,

Perhaps, sound began.

 

To not be heard

Yet, but to repeat

 

To part, to circle

And spread

 

As music, as word

As beginning, again.

 

Imagine:

To hear the sound

 

Drops leftover from

Then

 

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Rain Jive

A little bit of rain

Just to my left

A little bit of rain

Just to my right

 

A raindrop on my top

And a raindrop on my lap

 

Do a rain-swirl

Through the plants

Do a rain-twirl

On the verge

 

A raindrop on my top

And a raindrop on my lap

 

Feel the rain

Sing to the birds

Feel the rain

Sing to be heard

 

A raindrop on my top

And a raindrop on my lap

 

A little bit of rain

Just came our way

A little bit of rain

Just makes my day

 

Do a rain jive

To survive

Do a rain jive

You’re alive

 

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in which I try to write light

Suddenly it is mid-

Summer with day

Longing for respite

From lethargy.

 

Not a leaf breathes.

A great wing shades

The ivy now settled

Over the fence

 

In such profusion

That a green wall

Appears, old and

Stable

 

As if time

Paused here

Or even stopped.

I write

 

Of this mid-land,

Which inhabits

A collective space

Between night

 

And day

When light

Is neither sun

Nor dusk

 

But darkening

Leaf-stars, cast

Forever in a patina

Of  bronze.

 

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Cloud Music

Cloud music lifts

A bit.

Somehow

– Like a lost arctic owl

Encircling the cold

Of an urban ice rink –

I skate around

Bars of bass

My wings too heavy

To reach the last octave,

Staves of space

My best bet.

It’s a piece

Of a piece

Composed in tune

To a line.

To a line

Of time.

To a line

Of expanding time

Gliding into space.

 

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Sunrise at Dusk

Then there was day

Which lifted sun-ray

High upon the wings of dusk

As night flew well away

 

Cowering at the hazy musk

Covering the sky like sand-dust

Engrained with an eery glow.

This day fell silent at such

 

A random, sudden show

Though we could not know

That time stood silently by,

Weeping at the world’s woe.

 

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