* me decorated with an unexpected smile . I now expect little and live the moment exploring while passing over . I’ve quitted detaining I let motion befalling having no . more addresses, pinheads or pencils I found my self delighted in the last three lines . . Filed under: Poetry
California Notebooks, Sept. 2013
Rispondi
* the day drifted away as water in a brooklet swift and eager to reach the valley where I don’t care to be . I wish it would have moved as a rosary in my hand slowly slacking down at the rhythm of each prayer . loitering on the light’s hues and warm shades on […]
* sitting hushed – heat isn’t the cause . willfully watchful of this silence pregnant of barely perceptible sounds . the sky one solid color . velvety wings moving producing no noise they found no obstacle . not even the hamming birds make noise I rest at last . desire raises . not to move […]
* where I’m writing from is 4.30 in the afternoon . 106F in the shade I inhale hot air breathing now with relief . I felt worse in latter days I do not feel the cramps of distance . listening with the greatest care to the smallest finch right after letting out a clear thanksgiving […]