MY, HOW EVERY NOW AND THEN AGAIN,

EACH THINKS OF WHAT COULD AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN.

CATCHING OUR BREATH, WE PAUSE O’ER PRECIPICES TO PONDER

HOW FLOWERS GROW WITH STONES IN WANTS OF WONDER,

HOW DEWS, STORMS, AND SUNS SHINING Continue reading →

Dear Ones — you who fly-away too soon

And you, Brave Hearts, who watched them go

Yet carry-on past the crying.

Oh, I sing your double-song,

Bow my body down

To hold the weight of your sorrows

Then to rise Continue reading →

To Sleep and to Wake — that’s the Magic Game.
I can’t now conceive of myself as dead
As each morn I wake-up still much alive
From a sleep that augurs some night the last.
We chance our gambol where Continue reading →

…Loves Gone Friends Gone…

Toned-Tinctures Tuning the Blue of the Sky

Many Family and Folks-On-The-Fly

Missing Passed-On in the Great-Bye&Bye

Obits Say Their Sage on Many-A-Page

What’s not Gone from Passage

Is lots of Time Now — Alone —

That Continue reading →

SO&SEW&SOW&SO ( Something of a Hawking’s Memorial)

Soundings

So it is we see through some third-eye’s batting stare,
Sight-Owl-Solar-Sound to track attack as with all three eyelids
For the sight-feel-hearing of doles&days&dramas rustling in the dark’s
Black-Holes–as if to mock Continue reading →

Did not know

When the womb-lights came on

Don’t remember the breath-pain

When I came out gasping

And cried into the room-lights.

I know they happened

I know life means waking-up

From the night into the light of day

I Continue reading →

[ A song by mdok from before Parkland and before the next and the next. . . . ]

What does it mean to say “Goodbye!”

With grass so green, the sky so blue?

What does it mean to Continue reading →