On each briar rose, a bare shore sunlight. I know it is fine in the salt garden where you no longer walk.
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Absence 2
On each briar rose, a bare shore sunlight. I know it is fine in the salt garden where you no longer walk
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E-news after Vermeer
A letter never did come after the terrible event.
There came acute grief in a wintry room
after a tap or click a lonely fingering of air
for a month, a year by the deepest window.
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Decomposition
Before he knew it, another entire hour had come and gone. The smoke had continued to rise in the trees, and the damp
penetrate the most inner of leaves; slow, retained water to quiver and form where it might a tributary for silence.
The smoke had continued to rise in the abandoned wood, a sky gather in the dusk then he turned to where she had come and gone.
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Long Day
On the clear mahogany of the table, your scarf and gloves. The rain beats at the window, and wind stirs the battered garden.
Every grief is in the wind and all monotony in the rain. The smouldering in the grate is a fire with no strength.
All of coming and going seems ordered to a long halt. No visitors call; you stay and I am no sudden entrance.
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Long Day 2
Rain beats at the window, wind stirs a battered garden: every grief is in the wind, all monotony is in the rain.
A low fire in the grate is smouldering green timber.
======================= These texts were first published in Agenda and Camden Voices. There have been revisions. Omits: 'Galaxy Fire' and 'Hours'. Texts 'Cello Moon' and 'Parallel Light' grew away from their originals. Please see www.sundialzen. com Texts start date: the early 1990s. Also see their Line Art Portfolios
