Category Archives: Dream Fragment 19
Who can distinguish night from day In the twilight of history? Does this dull light signal nights end, Or only the last light of day? Some believe the sun will soon rise To reverse the flow of darkness, While others … Continue reading
Reenter the Closet of Thought; Sift through the forgotten debris Left during many years of life, And locate that special item Buried somewhere on the Dream Shelf.
He disengaged hands Feet from cross and nails Easing pain down to the floor Stumbling stretching walking Through chapel doors down steps Merging with the swirling snow And scurrying Christmas crowd Shopping up down Main Street
Unable to find restful sleep I quickly open the closed blinds And await the season’s first snow With youthful anticipation. This morning one reluctant leaf Barely clings to the cherry tree As it gently sways to north winds Blowing Snow … Continue reading
Yesterday, the thought, if imaginable, Would have been quickly dismissed. Yet today, I know and can feel A complete Emptiness in my head; And at this moment, begin to wonder Whether I should attempt to fill it With something new … Continue reading
Inside the morning rain The summer heat of May Departs on the wind Whipped white capped lake. Hail Dancing to thunder, falls Through the sky cracking Lightning striking afternoon To scatter fragile petals Over white grass. Green stems
I stood alone before the moon Waning in the sun wondering If my shadow would disappear And then pulled the hands of the clock From my pocket burying them Under the rocks without number While digging and planting this field … Continue reading
Fifty-seven winters I have perched on this coast, To watch the tide rise up Only to fall again. I gawk at you bipeds Gawking at me in awe, When my outstretched wings touch The distant horizon.
V Shattered and scattered: Our Founding Fathers have suffered another death. Their dusty bones can be heard rattling throughout The late twentieth century democracy That allows science and technology to run amok, Finally destroying any recognition of their Dream.
IV The Storm’s unseen terror has finally abated, Yet chill winds still blow around the planet. Except prayers to a savior arriving in the clouds Or a welcome to beings from distant galaxies, Jingoism’s omnipresent message Offers little, if any, … Continue reading
III Alternating between “God Bless America” And “The Star Spangled Banner”, The marching band leads the parade Down Main Street at twelve thirty-five. Waving flags and sporting yellow ribbons, Almost the entire population participates; Leaving a very small audience To … Continue reading
II In agitated exhaustion, we come Seeking Ocean’s restless rejuvenation. During the wailing Pacific gales Undertows and high, ripping tides Reclaim real estate by the acre In an attempt to provide safe haven For some of this continent under siege.
I Shattered: The Storm’s despotic wind Blew the unsecured door open, Forcing the crystal globe vase From its sacred mantle altar. Frenzied rodents, finding no food, Deposit lines of droppings in disgust Among the trampled stems and petals.
Day and night, mist Drizzle and fog. The tide comes in, The tide goes out. Land. Ocean. Grey Mirror images Roaring, boiling Raw, chattering Minds to Silence.
All these deluded attempts To dwell, either in past Or future illusory times Of lives importantly lived Only fill diviners’ coffers.
Between blanket and moon Exhausted stars vibrate On this excited flesh Burning over passion Fulfilled and expectant Sensing an angel’s touch From digits descending Through heavens reflection Continue to “July Morning”
Children of the Barbarian: Your days may seem without number, But can be counted nonetheless. By worshipping gods of progress Your essence has been forsaken. When this Truth is comprehended The sudden, outraged reaction Will not halt the polluted flow … Continue reading
Nightly swaying darkly Through catacombs of sleep Subterranean lives Repeat mumbled questions To echoing mirrors Answered by meteors Showering broken glass On the highway of hope Continue to The Promise
Waking late from the living death, I ran naked through moonlit fields. A barefoot bath in morning dew Reminded me: I am Alive, And not bound by the common dream. Do not hide behind distant cloud Or slip past the … Continue reading
Leaving the glare of city lights, We drove on dusty mountain roads Into valleys, over passes, Up and down, winding and climbing, Far above, then past the river That carved this part of the world.
IX Modern day Luddite warriors, Fight not for the jobs you have lost. Tune out, unplug, and awaken From the techutopian dream To join battle late in the day For the Soul of Humanity.
VIII The door closed to his apartment, After we shook hands as before; Yet despite all the small talk shared, I knew that I had said little To help him understand my world. One day I’ll return to visit This … Continue reading
VII Techutopia promises Love that can only emanate From the mind and not from the soul. This love of things or position Is pornography from the dead To a dying humanity. The new scriptural messages, Read from the pulpits of … Continue reading
VI He continued with the story Of his latest business venture, At times interspersed with phone calls Or news of family and friends. I wanted to mention the awe Of first seeing the northern lights And their frenzied undulations; At … Continue reading
V Ones and zeros. Zeros and ones. In proper combinations, Our loved ones become the graphics On ever faster computer screens. All problems can be solved with more Available information; Efficiency becomes the key To a positive bottom line. Compute … Continue reading
IV We both knew it had been some years Since we spent much time together. There were many stories to tell And so few hours to get all said; Yet I wanted to share my joy Of living near mountains … Continue reading
III The seeds of empty promises Soon sprout a shallow happiness That flowers as despairing rage In those benefiting the least From material convenience. Cities violently erupt, Becoming harbingers of fear That quickly spread throughout the land.
II Hiroshima! Nagasaki! The bomb explodes inside the mind, Imprinting the horror within Each living and unborn psyche.
Once again; Back to the hub, Back to the center. Drop all pretense, Remove those masks. Take a look in the mirror; Honestly, Nakedly.
Smartly dressed in red and black The ants climb the green stalks Slowly circling and circling To coax a tightly wrapped bud Open for the hidden pink Gift of a peony sun Rising over the green mountain Of my flowering … Continue reading
I have awaited the moment When you honestly thought of Living And not dying before your time. That this idea bloomed in winter With no trace of snow on the ground, Or small patches of blue sky seen Through the … Continue reading
I We began by innocently Throwing stones and brandishing clubs. Arrows, spears and slings for the hunt Soon become swords and catapults; Armor, moats and castles surround A fearfully huddled people That quickly develop methods To raise levels of violence. … Continue reading
Leave all earthly belongings here, On this still familiar shore, And nakedly step into the water. The River of Forgetfulness Will permanently wash away All your acquired prejudice; Releasing worn out opinion And popular cancerous thought.
The morning garden chatter spoke Of the ripening chokecherries: In a week the firm green berries Have become a plump burgundy. Soon after the fledglings have flown The annual gathering begins With errant flights of drunkenness; Ending in somber discussions … Continue reading
Father told his son, and I learned: Death is a process of Living. But I did not then understand: Death must also be permitted To forever walk by our side For Destiny to Manifest Beyond this worn circular path We … Continue reading
As a constant reminder I taped a yellow And a blue crocus To the inside of my head Continue to Night of the Living
Moon and cherry tree Together in bloom, Full. Moon and blossoms Waning in light winds, Fall. Pieces of white Drop, softly caressing Sacred ground. Beneath