Litha Lifted from responsibility Soft slow fade into the Sun and shade Wither to go, flowing like water, like wind a'sail remembering bees and swift furry beings that pepper the wild of perfume and petals, willowy beach along light scattered pond endeared in sweet smoke, sweet dreams spiraling. Penny + Peter + Gary + Liz named faces smiling, raging, emerging to wander, wend through -- does it matter? now that they vaguely remain like tattered threads of volumes long ended. Today may well depend on those dusty pages, remnants rendered, dramas past. Today, instead of those or possible tomorrows, laze. Indulge in the Sun and shade.
Monthly Archives: June 2023
final transit
This is what we do at the
end of the world,
we play.
Eyes closed
seated upon a wide-cushioned surface
I could be anywhere
any when
any one
far and away from this inexorable
slippage
Cracked and creviced, consistencies
fail, fall, suck in with such brutal
gravity.
Taken
more love, beauty,
joy, repose;
less left to quell daily
misery, to recompense
for raging insanity.
Disintegrating
No continuity
Nothing to scan; naught to matter
No more responsibility,
no chores or habits, just defensive distance,
release from conscious-made reality
Flail, fall into capricious fantasy.
At this age what matters is
to feel wrapped in that
cozy blanket of home, family,
simple love
while time continues, lazily
drifts over, sucked into
the end.