Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[Camachee]

i haven't
forgotten
you

[Soaring Feather]

i haven't
forgotten
you

Inspiration well is dry
my feet are bound
they cannot fly
Love has no song
to sing to me

a broken dream is
haunting me
elusive love has left
me bare with a trace of you
across my heart
your face is there
always near
unreachable always dear
A dark song sings of misery
of long dark nights
of dark days of pain
and always will your face
remain upon my heart

I have not
forgotten
you

[Camachee]

night
takes
its toll
admonishing
dawn
to mourn
morning
compromise
mimosa sunrise
a memory
self portrait
contrite that
mirrors matter
more
than exposure
and my
response

[Kay Syrah]

dawn's
a standalone
encounter, when
the shade
becomes the cast
shadow that defies
the reflection
repeating
in a shimmer
upon the wall,
clear at least
the truth of
an empty glass.

[January24th]

should I be
color-blind
to the arc of light
that brings the morning
to my sill
would be to forget
that you
are the dawn
of my awakened
heart

[Kay Syrah]

Still, life

Winter pears
on a pewter plate
face the breaking
radiance of day
that begins in the mist
of a reflecting rain.

Rejecting the faux
affected anachronism
of accent, favouring
instead the tonal
music of the matin
that swells into
the window frame
and blushes
from the shadows,
to shape
the considerations
of weight,

while red suggestions
amend the dimmer play
of dawn that keeps
its secrets in the nights
reluctant retreat,
and the repose
of our delay.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, what a beautiful painting. Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Twinkling nights
firefly flights
fairy delights
welcoming
the love light
of dawn's flower

[Camachee]

still
the small
black cat
trades off
my smoking
for stroking
in familiar
places
not worried
about the neighbors

[Camachee]

imagine
a hummingbird bath
deep green glade
forest shade
sequestered
hidden at the end
of a mexican mud path
awaiting
the visitor's
flutter

[Camachee]

architects dream
of space
encapsulated
surrounded
bound
by structures
of indifferent
ambiance
save for the whim
of clients
and the resurgence
of budgetary
constraint

[Camachee]

what is the point
of perception
if someone else
does the painting

[January24th]

A lovely postcard!
:)

[Camachee]

so sunset
is the result
of sunrise
meeting
certain
circumstances

[Camachee]

i see
a sculpted sepulture
a stoney king
silent
in the shade
massive columns
set against an array
of deserted domes
a greatness forgotten
an art
undone

[Camachee]

some cats
slide
into the shadows
of green nandina
secrets
and brown lizzard
consequences

[Kay Syrah]

Earth tones

Double pierced breast
the mark of cat tooth,
creepful and careful
pounce, caught
at the last moment
of green and dispatched
to brown study,
everything
changes
to suit
circumstance.

[January24th]

the questions
are all rhetorical
the answers
never satisfy

through the years
and ages there are
eons of questions
with well-worn answers
that somehow don't fit
so we keep on asking
a silent universe
to fess up
spill the beans
give us the punchline
drop the other shoe
c'mon! you're kidding, right?

I don't believe that
man invented love
I do believe that
when we find it
all the really good questions
are answered

the eons crack with relief
and stoic, unmovable mountains
slide into the tides
with amazing joy
and instead of waiting
for the other shoe to drop
we go barefoot altogether
wondering why we
wondered why...

[Camachee]

she was the poet
when the land
had no language

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my Camachee, you just took my breath away.