You are getting closer.
I hear the crunch of sand
and the skitter of stones beneath your
boots. The scent of tanned leather stings
my nostrils and fingers of steel butterflies
inflict fresh flesh wounds.
Your feathered crop gently brushes my shivering
shoulders, it floats over proud bones luring me
to the killing fields.
With no where to hide nothing can save me.
You have always known how to break wild horses.
Thank you so much Kristiana and FVR.
This is a day of sun kissed
stones and blustery winds,
of wild geese adorning river banks
their graceful necks and gilded feathers
remind me that I am nothing more than
an observer to that enchanted world.
Graceful limbs of oak reach across
slanted waves to weightless clouds
passing by.
Dipping my fingers into green and amber
circlets I hold my reflection in cupped palms.
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay
The earth glistens with rosettes of snow
the sun still rises in myriad hues
Nightingales seek refuge in barren trees
to mourn February’s last refrain.
Contrails light the wings of birds
that flit beneath lit sills of doors
settle softly into winters chill
shelter in a pale blue bed
Translation by Bernd @ Neues Vom Hutschi
I can scarcely bear the splendor of the world.
It’s wonder humbles the wisp that is me.
Minutiae of eyes and speechless tongue
astounded by the promise of a sunrise.
Elegant trees lift their mottled arms
flecked with leaves of gold and green
an ancient cache of living things
To be a winged bearer of no possessions
a flicker of color in the highest tree.
I am a constellation
pasted to a smear of deep sky or
some god spun leaf drifting
a wintry blue pond.
My tongue turns silvery around
my words, do not take them
for sorrow I have named them
peace.
Do not forget me.
I still need you to carry me
over the pierce of thorns
My hands are good for nothing but
a plea do not forget me
I am still here my hair a tangle
of stars.
art by Karol Bak
Remember back when you were a rock star
and I was a hippie angel?
How enchanted we were with our
heart and souls bared.
Do you remember now that you are so far
away that night you came to me
and I came to you and the rest of the world
slipped away?
We held one another, made love and cried
and vowed to never to speak of how every time
the lights went out you hurried to my side
so tender, coming and then going.
Young and in love, we named that month Eden.
Do you remember our anguished goodbye
Neither do I.
Resa and the Rock Star
Dedicated to Resa @ https://artgowns.com
art by Victor Bauer
Beautiful words from Chagall
take me aslant,
atilt with your words
show me faraway places
transcend time
with tense
dance through
all the wonder
you want me
to know
sing
with your faeries
nimbly
don’t detour
from that heart
Chagall 2020
art by Steve Hanks
