You use words like crude tools,
their legato stifled, stuck
in the back of your throat:
the guttural warble of a broken spade
sunk into rich and fruitful soil
or a hand-fashioned sandstone axe
flung wildly at sleek metaphors.
For B. B.Don't let them talk you into contracts, deedsFor B. B. by thou-shalt-not
of empty words that bind your noble mind
into a world where you must sow another's seeds
and have not yours but someone else's axe to grind.
Ask them no questions - veiled and shining smiles
illumine paths that lure the weak and tired
into a golden cage of riches, conquests that beguile
the blind - that do not sate but multiply desires.
Be your own question mark - a mystery to their cast,
a threat to their distractions, to the wall
they've built around their homes, their children and their past,
to keep the darkness in and others in their thrall.
- Ask if you must, but ask with music clear
that doesn't skulk like phantom words around their prey,
that rings bright, free and true, that fills the ear
like summer fruit with sun and night with day.
And only in this day-soaked light your answers seek -
a certainty beyond all knowledge false;
cup wisdom with both hands from source unique
and inward turn your gaze and still your pulse.
Beyond the p
SilenceYou can not write silence onto a page.Silence by thou-shalt-not
You can not send a blank letter.
I wish you were here so I could be quiet with you.
bonsaithe bonsaibonsai by caveatLECTOR
on my kitchen sill.
i have watered it faithfully,
but the pruning of its branches
has fallen into disgrace.
the Japanese have said
that bonsai take on
the characteristics of the
cultivator. so they are
smart for all their numbers...
my plant is a harried, old woman.
i fear it is root-bound,
like me, trapped into its
pushing endlessly through
infinitesimal grains of
soil toward the ultimate