The woman I have gotten to know

never have left from the crimson

I dandle, it is the time to come out of the cold

leaving so many hints in this space

as I said to my

flame, because I am

always adumbrating,--Ann, I

said, which is not her

name, the Elizabeth Red 

round us, what we shall be

can we do against

it, or else, will we

why not, purchase a future,

drive on, she said, for

the alpha and omega's sake, look

out where we're going.

Faith

When the dagger first entered my coffer of compassion,
I told myself that I was big enough and strong to bear
Thereupon a blade gets deep inside,
I affront the sultry aches
Now it goes no further but waiting for my paramour to pull it out
When that time does come,
it shall be the day of revelation
"I know how to play the part"
Pactum Sera
Dum Spiro Spero
"and put one foot in front of the other"
while I'm reading Psalm 17:5
and not giving up

Trepidation

gray and blue were in the sky
the sandy shore, where the sea of Ireland foamed in Dublin
we visited in the Summer with fun and joy for each other
I wish we could stay there forever
like MLK had said: "Free at all, free at all!"
Next year at this time there will be winnowed and dismayed in our minds

New tail

today is to add another ox tail,
in the year dragon

Vini Vidi Abscondi
call her a Hello Kitty!

27 centimeters, cherry pink,
facing across the room

always giving the happy-b to young girls
for beautiful mess and silk 

all things look at you
but things cannot see.

Serenity

nothing straight, they are connected in a painting of circularity
too small to see
yet following the curve lines of serenity
many stokes simplified and generalized the souls from the vectors of Euclidean space
but outside, standing still

not to be reckless for whom I disjoint
true meaning as the outcome shone
tranquil mind lifted the wounded heart
neither belligerent nor indulging 

to hear an inner mind in solace
troubled senses for wayward bound
you believe in performing Bullen, Act II Scene 3
and step both feet in the muddy water  
an unwonted fashion through the Potomac

 

Ode on Solitude -- Ros

Blest, who can unconcernedly find

   Hours, days, and years slide soft away,

In health of body, peace of mind,

                            Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,

   Together mixed; sweet recreation;

And innocence, which most does please,

                            With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

   Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

                            Tell where I lie.

 

Alexander Pope (1688–1744)

Romance par une journée ensoleillée

memories of summer days saturated with sunlight
once, shining images blinded a full sheet of darkness
steaming pavement mimicked water's sparking surface
silhouette shone against a red sultry sunset
a glance was stolen across a sandy beach spawning a romance
splashing in waves of silver
running in dunes of sand, inseparably
our summer was spent, all too soon and dwindled
au revoir skipped yet understood
swimmers' splashing slowed then stopped
now winter's calm, white wisdom soothes my sunburned heart

Sunset

the rosy goes under the south Miami beach
endless watery surface leads into cherry horizon

reckless clouds twist in the orange sky
reflection from the sinking red shines over velvet waves

it is near the time
light dimming, et c'est fini

night lies and life begins dark as the day ending
he isn't mine; i have less without him around