Thursday, November 30, 2017

Aeons

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Through the ancient landscape,
dust did slurry songs, calling
through the smooth, rubbed
hills - beckoning us on.

Scrabbled were the eucalypts,
raddled were the stones,
sucking heat from destiny as
demons danced and sang.

Footsteps fell in slow silence,
dressed in powdered years,
drawing through the soil unknown,
truths the heart could feel.

Bequeathed in endless images,
stories trailed through earth,
clay clenched drowning water -
painted face and breasts.

Distant was the inner yearning,
mournful was time's cry,
joyful was life's great promise-
no sound, but sandy sighs.

Lost in aching age of meaning,
driven deep beyond the cities,
so we walk with shuttered eyes,
curse and bless as we do grieve.

Through the ancient landscape,
back beyond our fear and dreams,
world's soul beats in rhythm-
truth licks lips and seals.


We dance the steps

We dance the steps eternal,
long written in old realms,
remembered now as feelings;
so do we live this world.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Little bits of life

The little bits of life,
collected, drawn and
tethered to memory,
holding together as

if they had known
their form, before
they existed; snap
shots of time and

being, pressed dry
between the pages
of years, held in
place so beautifully.