CPoetry

it seems You, Your wine fragrance, has took its last breath and the water in Your soul evaporated somewhere else. all that remains is a red-purple ring of Love's circumference; what remains no longer can be drunk. no longer can it be longed for. ::: The Ludicrous Dialogue: the Poor: "i struggle to make ends meet, but i have support. i have little that is much. this much keeps me rich." the Rich: "i do not struggle to make ends meet. they are met and will be met, and i have support if i need it. i have much that is a little. this little keeps me poor." ::: a hug---embrace. i run---inside myself. from what?                     i guess i will confide; i still run from a hug i never gave myself. but how?                     when i have arms at my side? ::: upon a Japanese snow lantern she perches; tic...

when compelled, Compel. ---like a bat out of hell! ::: here, on this plate, is a salmon. there, in the rolling river, is not a silent "l" nor silence, just swimming upstream. ::: a mother walked, with a daughter's hand in hers and a son's hand is the other. i was just twenty or so away and approaching when the son turned around. though unprompted, he was prompted. his little eyes--- those curious eyes, looking and saying so much. it is a curious but wise look that says, My innocence is older than your ignorance. he looked at me until i said, with my eyes, "yes. how foolish of me." ::: Love is both the thief and the mailman; one prefers to walk the town during night's slumber to steel complacencies, while the other prefers to walk the town during day's cup-o'-joe to delivery nothing; when the town's people become angry the mailman h...

you have woken up today. congratulations! out your window, you see a picturesque day; blue sky. birdsong. soft breeze. sunshine. you think, "oh, what a beautiful day to be alive!" but you are a part  of the day; a blue shade. a calmness. a ray of light. a note in a melody. if you were not here... if you were a page not colored in The Coloring Book... if your existence were absent from Infinity, the Ensemble would not be the same; one less ripple  expanding in the water; one less concentric ring stretching through humanity ::: though her body is pinned with outward facing tacks, she wears a lavender head; she met the guillotine because what a rose knows it cannot bear reveal;      just as the blade descended      through her redness,      she shouted "Lavera! Lavera! Lavera!"      not long after she grew,      ...