across vast horizons II
a poetry anthology containing the wonderful work of several poets on tumblr
is now available on amazon.
check it out!
[ "II" you say? the original is here. ]
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across vast horizons II
a poetry anthology containing the wonderful work of several poets on tumblr
is now available on amazon.
check it out!
[ "II" you say? the original is here. ]
the sky i pull
with the tired arms of my lungs
it is oppresive
an osprey watches us
(( cautiously ))
she finds the beauty
i find the longing
& between the two of us
we'll perhaps find some sort of balance
i always thought this kind of stuff was made up. but ... apparently ...
oh dear.
i hang off the corner of our crescent moon, it glows, i still see. i've a broken this, & i've a broken that. i still see, i'm a hook but not shining, bits of our moon are crumbling & escaping to be some sort of stars. i'm hanging on, stuck still, memories strong, vivid, even in an emerald blur. glowing glass moon, broken & sharp, i almost reach out. is it the wind that is howling?
i was tagged by @lorienfae to post gifs of my top 10 favorite movies. i'm not much of a movie-goer, so this took me a while to think about. some of them i haven't seen ( or really thought about ) in ages. so, in no particular order:
some photos from today
now leaving canada, & back down into the bowels of america.
( final stop today: astoria, oregon )
last photo of the day
three photos from today for you.
they're nice on their own, but if you know what they're from ( two separate things ), they're even better!
last one for today
another random photo.
heading to the airport
i.
here we have what at first appears to be a hole in the sky behind a cloud that runs. a tree is deceived. there is a black square-like figure that judges, & a light that attempts to shape itself as the hole, to please it, to become one with it one day.
ii.
we retreat from the scene, & hover just above the tired road. the cloud has swallowed the hole in the sky, causing a great beam of dream energy to escape into the wires. a tree is shelter.
iii.
upon further inspection, the wires are not wires at all, but carefully wrought slices in the sky, bleeding invisible sadness upon the world. we are treeless. the hole in the sky has changed, but we can't say how, or why.
iv.
it is a god-lantern, & an angel screams within. unfathomable yearning leaks out in a faint horizontal sheet. the scratches are a false memory. the cloud gives birth to
broken black kaleidoscope on the kitchen floor
glass shines on rough brick green
glass shines on tearful eye blue
toy with a bit of mirror no longer at the right angle & won't you look at the sun
glass shines on closed door purple
glass shines on book spine red
like half a tube, another mirror half-attached, half-reflecting something moving
something dancing outside in the verdant dream
i am splayed out on the floor one palm up & the other down
covering a glass unshine [ color-undefined ]
the ceiling is not a universe, it's just a ceiling
should be spinning, could be silent, would be with a wind that can be felt up the nose & ankles
this broken thing, this plaything, this light thing, wander heavily anyway
nothing caught, nothing free
( hush )
refract another memory maybe?
to write because though missing
pieces, there is no {
unrhymed, beaten, lost words
lying upon hot asphalt the while
life screams (good)by leaving dust
& no whys
I'M HIDING SNEAKY EGGS FOR CHARLIE AND HONCHO TO FIND HERE!!!!
i am *really* hoping that you're talking about easter eggs ...