Month: January 2025

on birds and bonfires.

on birds and bonfires.

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I think my bones miss
sitting by the fire
the crackling conversation
the desire to inch closer
like sun on cheek
but down from heavenly domain
man’s built, until sunrise maybe
but comfort given in the dancing streams
I imagine a bard weaving
amongst the trees
the accompanying wind
is a friend now and again
causing light arms to throw embers
into the night sky
maybe-
one day to become stars themselves
for they are perhaps lost seeds, themselves

simpler times then
though the lens, is still there
to travel back barren bare
stripped back to bark
in the crisp evening air

and might I transform myself
or forget myself better yet
to spend a mile in front of a fire
with friends and the like
dancing lights in eyes alight
like we have done since the dawn
and in shielded ways will continue on

a bard’s song
leads to dreams
a bird’s song
opens the morning sun.

this was totally off the cuff (one take), as usual, inspired by this music, it all just popped into my head, the scene, the feel, the words, the simple notion of just being in front of a fire once again… for those who have never camped out there is something magical about sitting in front a of a fire you made up on a mountain top you climbed, watching the embers float up into the night… it ahs been awhile…

tired flight

tired flight

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the sweet sweet nectar
of sleep
to bathe in dreams
afloat on, unsinking tide
crave the reprieve
from daily plight

the precipice of this piece, working late every day mostly, not a complaint… um, ok a little one, but I am not totally burnt like I was 2 weeks ago, I think my boss knew I was legit ready to quit, even after a 20 year stint, seriously it was that bad, my boss loves to fly by the seat of his pants, and it got him where he is… but there is not always a one size fits all man, sometimes a left turn is required, but when you are wired and found the goose with that golden egg? I get it is hard to deviate from that especially at his age (75)… anyway, this was like a little fever dream, I was not exhausted, just dreaming of curling up in my bougie bed setup, duvet, comforter, thousand thread pillows the size of a Vdoubleu, the kind of pillow you can melt into in a fancy hotel, it’s worth the investment to sleep on such butter, trust me on that note, but the posture, the thought washed over me, good sleep, when you are a little older, is a commodity worth more than a thousand coins of pure gold, even though you would take the gold most days, there are times an armada of treasure laden ships could sink in a hurricane while you drift off in your domain – worth the price to see the prize disappear into the tides…

the moths.

the moths.

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the moths of the dead man
have infested
my pantry-
for I let them
over time
too many boxes left open
too many items not quite rotten
left to fester to foster
an inviting nest
even in the arms
of winter upon winter
they persist.

more often than not things just come to me, in this instance the impetus was literally moths infesting the pantry at my mother’s house, my father passed over three years ago now so the house is quite empty and my mom never did the day to day things to upkeep the place, imagine living in your way for 50 years with no change (not that my dad was one to inspire change, not his strong point, old school dude, product of his generation), imagine the shift in your world when the administration is gone and not only that, all your friends and contemporaries are dead or dying, we all will get there, well, hopefully, if you live long enough you are out living many people you know and love, so anyways… long story short, there was a moth invasion in my mother’s house and the line popped into my head “the moths of the dead man”… not father or dad, that exact line, so I wrote it down and the rest, well, that is how it went.

observational

observational

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clouds
above a house
standing still
but this can not be true

trust in eyes
the fool’s divine
all perception
the highway, to the mind

how much we trust our eyes, but they are only as good as our mind, I am terrified of being blind, as most people probably are, I can not even imagine it, less than being deaf, as deafening as that would be, the prospect of blindness would cut me more I think, I hope to never know either. but just sitting in my office, looking out the window, how our mind sees things, clouds standing still… but they are surely not, in fact, we are spinning at untold speeds, held on to this globe by gravity… but we do not perceive it. Are the clouds moving… or are we?