calvariæ locus

April 15, 2020

under a heavy-lidded
sky
the quickening day’s pulse
slows
thorn-pricked blood
softly mingled
with
dogwood resin
bled out
Gethsemane already a momento
mori
spreadeagled righted flesh
and angled bone
falling
at thirty two feet
per second
(per second);
a feather-ruffled flight
of swallows
rising

conifer

May 8, 2013

mirrored light
shattered
into a present’s shards
needle-thick thin
that prick
lagrimal sap
falling
setting
in one long moment
caught in amber
to last
to live
a whole
future

(OLN W95 http://dversepoets.com/)

holm

February 12, 2013

where the heart is
an island steadfast
washed by warm-stone light
a flood of dry tears fallen
in this copse of dreams
pricked in waking
the blood of a life shared
runs into furrows
of tomorrows
behind Hesiod’s plough.
the weight of this now
this quiet
is nature’s logic.