Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[Kay Syrah]

love may
make the world
go round, but its gravidity
that makes it bulge
at the equator

[Camachee]

she felt free
to flee
the artistry
of incumberance
and monastery
preferring
the flimsy
blueprints
of unbuilt
shelter
infinite
in possibility

[Camachee]

emotion is risk
love cannot be rejected
planets must orbit

[Camachee]

i linger
too long
in a somber room
with so many
unmatched windows
tinted gray
wanting for daylight
but tainted by dawns
that don't illuminate

[Soaring Feather]

I, too, lingered
in the twilight of time
only to find dusk
had fallen at my feet
while twilight had
become day
dawn stayed gray

[January24th]

"preferring
the flimsy
blueprints
of unbuilt
shelter"

her ramshackle retreat
suits her spartan heart
not lacking warmth
just unburdened with cares
or excess
austere in abundant lack
of amenities or antagonism
peacefully content to be
restlessly waiting
for some
one
thing
body
where she can feel
at home

[January24th]

heartless home
homeless heart
some things end
before they start

fearless love
seeks its own
fleeing from
a heartless home

loveless love
friendship true
some things start
and end with you

homeless heart
vagabond
waits for none
and moves along

lifelong quest
takes as can
thus loves one
Barbarian

[Kay Syrah]

Urban renewal

Weeds wreck the best laid
concrete cracking the staid
assurance of a permanent path
with their soft shouldered
heave ho, up and down
seasonal come and go
devolving the quest
for light to make seeds
anticipating next year’s
attempt at catching
the reason for stars,
recreating the laugh
that began a universe,
and they have a ball
doing it.

[Kay Syrah]

Chalk

The moon is sickling
the sky, harvesting
the constellations
in the afterglow of dust
then sinking behind the roofs
that are silvered with the light
left harvest that lingers
upon the slate.
The lesson written then erased
by the dark shadow cast
by sunrise
regarded in a moment
of surprise.

[Camachee]

tell me
about your art
the part
extending beyond
limitations
of palettes
and pale obstructions
imagined
uncommissioned
and unashamed

[Camachee]

she wrote
from utah
of three
sisters
red sandstone
spinsters
seducing
a desert
with shadowy
caresses

[Soaring Feather]

she wrote
from utah
of three
sisters
red sandstone
spinsters
seducing
a desert
with shadowy
caresses

Oh gosh, Camachee that is so good.

[Camachee]

i love her
in the early
late
part of night
when paul simom
is a sufficient
excuse

[Camachee]

Thanks, bf. Waiting for your derivative of the same.

[Camachee]

i claim
a small
black cat
intereference
objecting
to cheery nights
and cherry
highlights
and hair styles
beyond the pale

[Kay Syrah]

Ideology is a fashion
concept that sees
thru the fabric
of conspicuous cover
but still offers a colour
for the transparency
that makes phenomenology
a brand name yet
to be applied.

[Kay Syrah]

Strike the light pulled
from a burnt sienna wash
and added and subtracted
a portrait in tones
that suggest only
the planes that define
the emergent personality,
and who are you is a question
that is answered in values
that may or may not aquire
the patina of colours
because most of us dream
in black and white.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful, simply beautiful.

[Kay Syrah]

He dazzled with
colour, cut and clarity,
a rounder that suggested
an engagement
that had nothing
to do with diamonds.

:^]

[Soaring Feather]

Her color was polished
ground and filed
her promise was brilliance
and a brief engagement
of frazzle, dazzle
a fizzle that burned out
with a bang :-)