In the well of understanding

In the well of understanding

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

In Absentia, a Haiku

Whether we wait upon our lovers, children, family or friends - whether it be waiting for renewed connection, a decision, or an epiphany - there can be an intensity which haunts:

Purloined moments wait
And in the absence of you
Restless thoughts assail

Monday, October 5, 2009

Entreaty of the heart

If one could be drunk on love...such a large thing pressed into a thimble of emotion. It calls for a haiku:

Inebriate love
down to the dewy lees drink
liquor of my soul

Friday, October 2, 2009

Writing Resumed

Anyone who scribes for a living knows how much effort is required to put pen to paper, and daily produce. Difficult blocks often come up and the valiant writer takes a break only to return to the source of inspiration. This poem marks out the perspective of someone renewing themselves through their work, remembering how writing calls to the soul:

Desire wells in fissures suffused by fear

like breaking sunlight filtering benighted sky,

The pen, set in motion, through openings

in the crust, once more attempts

to love a page ensouled with passion

vulcanized in twin chambers,

fed by grain imbrued feverishly

the color of sunset before

the autumn moon's coal-scarred swath

hawkishly descending, represses the tide

Hearts may be stopped, instruments blunted,

but purpose, fiery as lava, blazons

past worn passages guttering in shadows,

inscribes and marks the sheaf,

innervating minds to the testimony of the word

gifting moments expression untrammelled by trepidation

unsealing the ardor of hands,

consuming margins of the page

exploding to the surface in a molten hail

whose train sharpens the stars and

professes the perfusion of rapture unbound