Synesthetic Passion

Dearest Valentines, 

 

Imagine it all 

Going up in smoke, 

 

Could you still smell 

The burning 

 

Ecstasy of vocables 

Crying out? 

 

 

 

Aubade: Old Timers' Rustic Love Song

Between sheets soft 

And warm 

 

Woolen blankets 

In the dead of winter, 

 

And below 

Zero temperatures, 

 

To slowly come alive 

Before the light comforting morning 

 

Rustling of sheep bells while 

Waiting for the woman you love 

 

Nuzzled against you

To wake and join you, 

 

Coupled in awe before all 

That has come about 

 

Between the two of you— 

And still is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Memorium: Passing Hallmark Card Mandate

"Old soldiers never die, they simply fade away"

 

Lest we forget— 

For as long as we can 

 

Live and breathe, 

Let the death of each 

 

Cherished friend breed 

A remembrance 

 

That never dies. 

 

 

 

Fledgling Pegasus, Sans Horse Sense

 

Foolish Houyhnhnm foal, 

Your approach to poesy is nothing 

But a parody of it, full of cantering 

Pitfalls and oh so maddening 

To the heightened soul— 

 

Why ruffle the feathers 

Of such simple-minded 

Yahoos like us who have trouble 

Enough as it is, getting off

The ground, yet yearning to

 

Soar. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Him Who First Floated The Idea Of Negative Capability

 

When you think 

You can’t 

 

Swim 

 

Enough to write 

Your name 

 

In water.