Old and Broken-Hearted

jo'b   

Monochrome, my days

Alone among the others,

Lovers lost in grays.

Hearts of Space

jo'b   

Our burning minds

Were the center

Of  the universe

Our double spiral

Our warp in time

Our supernova

Birds on a Wire

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Like parallel contrails,

blown this way and that by our times,

we may never meet,

But we each have our songs,

like birds on a wire,

birdsong and windsong,

and thoughts are songs, too,

And typed lines are songs,

so sing to me then,

and I'll sing to you.

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Organic

 

jo'b.  

Hilltop where the fields are not sprayed

where sheep graze and swallows weave

where the wind blows and neighbors wave

where children run and laugh in the winrows

and know a kestral by its hover

where sometimes near sunset

there's not another human sound

but your own heart clenching

and the hum of the universe in your head

and there's peace on earth

peace on earth

and you wish it could last.

Lunarians

jo'b   

And when the old moon

Floated up out of the oaks

We were young again

Town Can Wait

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Corn in tassel 

We smell it after rain

A breeze rolls over in the trees

And sends another shower down

We put off our trip to town

Ancestral: As Lost as Before

Plural was never to be

in our syllable of time

our brief melody

violins in a gale

on cliffs overlooking the sea

                         Clannad cover (top), Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland (bottom)

Smoke

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We once found our balance

on the cusp of evening

as the light failed

and mist rose from the valley.

Today we wait inside

for the wind to shift,

and we listen

for the whimper.

.

—channeling T.S. Eliot

Teacher

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                    She does her work

                    and waits,

                    just outside the frame.

                  

                    She does her work

                    And waits alone.

                    I learn from that.

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Get her to the coast,                    

my loyal friend.                   

A ship awaits.                   

                   

The strength of our mixed blood                    

shall thrive, and once again,                    

may kindness reign.