Monday, January 18, 2010
CONCEPTS OF VANISHING
Two Crows for Joy
[I had dreams (asleep and awake)]
the clock stopped
but time spun round, passed me,
cut, with it's hands, the sweet desire into bareness,
fleeting chances, vanishing beach,
and shadows that killed faith,
our parrallel regions of dreams
I am vanishing
yet searching. . .
Two Crows for Joy ::
. . . and flight down the road south
small sustaining elements...
enter the insides of the camera to see steel,
Bitterweed thriving in cracks of dry asphalt,
I-beams and trash,
another daily quest for The Real
within the virtual, numbers and
a word, an out-of-place enigma
and images melding with
a message only you understand...
and how much you needed that.
give my poor heart rest
and someday I'll paint my pain's release
as lilacs and blue hydrangeas, a crescent
moon in August or November
over Front Beach breezes humming
through Live Oaks. . .
such solid reality can be sealed in
repetitive motion, sacred scents, memories,
and the chorused songs of seabirds floating.