Hours to go

I feel my heart muscles,
Tense
And my jaw,
Clenched
That was decaf, really?
I’m wired, tired, sure-fired to publish this
BTW,
Did I disappoint you? Unlist
Unfriend
Reprimand
Except, the guilt slinging is so satisfying
I’d rather keep condemning and shaming
Unrelenting framing of this misbehaving
I.e. changing
Reminding me of old times
So many stains strain, these pressuring lines
A moving, a tent,
A meeting, plus rent.

So, perhaps a slight provocation: just begetting
The lonely universe
Poised and forgetting
Twirling past unrehearsed
The rusted moon and fused tomb,
Her ashes skating
Beside the spinning loom
Much ado about letting
Go.

Storying

“Mara” she said, call me bitter
Maybe instead of lamenting her life’s grief
And the hand that dealt
The thief
Maybe I should
Lament the story she told herself

Joseph told himself his story
He said “though you meant this for evil”
(And “this” was lying, enslavement, imprisonment)
God meant it
For good.

The love you felt at first

Reclaim the flame
The love you felt at first
The giddy jitter, butterfly twitter
The whole-hearted response unrehearsed

Come now, my love,
I bask in waiting
My name is patience
And I am never-abating
Unwaning
Unmovable
Never-surrendering
Ever-remembering
My rejoicing is unceasing
My Name is beseeching
Come, turn again, to Me

Reclaim the flame
The love you felt at first
I am unchanged and my affections the same
I love you whole-heartedly on this earth

Phoning my darling homophone

The isle's aisle
No longer taught but taut
Fled by ferry the fabled fairy
Playing chords on cords and casting lots.

Despite my dear deer's crooning
Flower petals shunned the flouring wisdom
Of morning dew due to do an undoing
Or was it at eight we ate 'dem?

I bare eyed couldn't eye the bear
Could only bye-bye my shelf by the buy
In a cell shelled to sell their care
The tie-dyed tie wouldn't lie there.

I like the sound of that, this confusion
Ram-shackled auditory oratory of disillusion
Identically, homophonic unity 
It's just two, too to,
don't you think? 

Send me a poem

Send me a poem
Write it yourself
Hand scrawled equation
Soul's syllabary

Send me a poem
One that moved you
Taut and unwraught
Scripted fervor

Send me a poem
A line without rhyme
Exhale; living rhythm 
Your heart's vibration

Istanbul / Proverbs 14:10

A day closing, submerged in preciousness beyond reckoning.

The sun is sinking into the Bosphorus,

Goldeness lighting the city, 
This historic, seaside place, a home familiar and ever-changing.

A reel of memories; family.

The sun sets and shadows enlarge: skyscraper, cypress, a cat chasing a halo.

The night comes,

And I rehearse in the last glimmers in the Havas.

Departure feels like dying, dreams deferred and barely surviving.

Love, come overwhelm.

Desire, breath in my lungs and Source of fire.

The river’s coursing,

The rhythm supporting,

The land in between.

And the heart, it knows its own, and this darkened city shares the joy.

Dust Remembered

This Cold, heat rising, 

Flushed cheek advising 

The tenderness of joint and vertebrae

The normally silent quorum holds sway

Involuntary space, 

Fighting the haze 

And head heavy, pillow meeting

In body, but not connecting

Mind lofted, awareness a sensation 

An invitation.

This frame, dust remembered.