Unfinished Thoughts

A writer’s dream, fulfilled in my very hoping,

Complete in silence, speculation, unencumbered of mind.

Ah! The mess is the latter thought.

As More of Tudor’s Court once evoking,

“Words, words, words. It is all only words.”  

Less than dream, featureless, exuberantly blind.

Unfinished now, yet not for naught. 

Delicate Ravenous Beauty

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Morning

Virgin Stars

Bearing their Beauty

Openings

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Ravenous

Waiting Blooms

Consuming the Light

Intensity

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Beware

Wandering Innocents

Appearing most Delicate

Stings!

Loved Forever II

Held, so close to my heart.

Wonders-Blazing Bright.

A love, fierce and hungry,

Forever-Before.

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Before became Now.

Four became Six.

Wonders became Whos.

Blazing Life!

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Wonder

Names my heart,

Claims my being,

Undoes my world,

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As my Fist Two Whos

Forever-Then.

So their own,

Forever-Now,

Are and Will Be,

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Loved-Forever.

Musings, Moods and Mysteries

 

A secret I believe is mine.

A trap set for my being

Endured, tip-toed about, out-smarted at times.

 

Tangling my words, thoughts, expressions,

Binding yesterday with today

Blinding me to reality and sanity

An entity, cunning, wonderful-fascinating, dangerous,

Whispering choices, delightful-temporal-alluringly dark.

Leaving me wasted-wanting-addicted and superior.

 

…                         Thus they pull, without arrest                …

 

Another beacons; frightening, full of light-powerful, unspeakable

Sounding unknown words, ethereal-eternal-exquisitely mysterious.

Lifting my mind upwards to imaginings greater-above myself.

By Grace to God I am held.

By myself to sin I am bound.

Twixt the lines the crux is found.

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Fearsome Love

Sometimes all you can do is stare at your feet. Life just comes at you with curve balls, you duck and move but one invariably hits you right between the eyes.

Loving unconditinally is a fearsome thing. God help those of us who do! I would not wish for a stoney heart or dream of a fickle one. Maybe just a small shelf hidden away in a dark place in which to safely hold my heart in a box, yes, for it to rest.

…Rest, mend regain it’s true rhythm until my staring at my feet is done…

Fearsome love is an unconditinal thing.

The Master of Blaze

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The Blaze;

placed in strokes

on plane canvas.

Brilliant

colours

Overwhelming

the senses.

 Three dimensional glory

from the Master’s

loving hand.

True.

Blazing.

Color.

 

 

Straights and Creeks

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A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.

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Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

Hyperviligence

 

See the quiet.

Wide, wonderful eyes

Watching, waiting.

Feel the pressure.

Sensing, squirming

Brooding, listening.

Soft young ears splayed,

Hearing heightened.

Broad, brown nostrils,

Twitching, learning.

Barley a Doe,

her first babe,

Growing, coming.

Mid-April raises in her

existential, forever readiness.

Motherhood in May