Sacred Internment Whom do we bury? Under these daisy scattered fields, A friend, a loved one, an acquaintance so slim. What do we bury? Under these raven scattered skies, A smile, a birthday party, a look so grim. Why do we bury? Under these grief scattered feelings, A doubt, an innocent secret, a lost tearfulContinue reading “Sacred Internment”
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War Memorial
War Memorial How deep? How deep this blackness? Beyond our Fragile beating heart’s memory, down into the Black ocean of our mortal sorrows, long Past ancestral reckoning; horrific. His eyes bore great sadness, under Their manly smiles, fleeting moments Of distance, moments lost in tempest, Dark ripples, unresolved anger. Respectable men smile knowingly, Their deceitfulContinue reading “War Memorial”
Mystery
Mystery Lost, lost in the Mystery, Neither known, nor unknown, Invoking long sought secrets. Bliss, mysterious bliss of life, Neither living, nor dying, Humbling our mindful awareness. Chants, sacred chants arise, Neither memorable, nor forgettable, Guiding, tempting, revealing. Light, mystical light infuses, Neither luminous, nor dim, Enveloping and blessing us all. © David R. Durham
Birdsong
Bird Song A light dust hovers round chanting hoe, Warm earth, strong hand and eye, furrowed Brow; deep concentration. Evening Sunlit haze, thrushes’ song brushes past Engrossed mind, hearts intertwining, Spirit to spirit, sweetest union. © David R. Durham
Desires
Desires Did you move because of it? Did you get up and leave your Welcome bed? Your hearth so warm, Your lover so near and dear. Did it tempt you again with sweet Promises of tomorrow? Tomorrow so new, so bright, Seducing your heart and sight. Did you know, did you know the Fair priceContinue reading “Desires”
Everyday Ritual
Everyday Ritual The cups are neatly stacked, Soft flowing handles in line, In kettle’s blue light, eddies Of water, shimmer and dance, promising dark pleasures. Unswirled, rich aroma, Now delving, scooping, deep brown Granules, measuring right Taste, imagined memory, Guiding mysterious ritual. © David R. Durham
Standing
Standing Where I Once Stood I Standing where I once stood, once larked, Fresh in youthful eyes and heart, Exuberant games with friendly faces, The only faces I had known, experienced, Navigating the native neighborhoods, Fragile recall. Mind’s tainted eye. Homespun stories turn the wheel of life, Measured by ticking clock’s pulse? Or valued byContinue reading “Standing”
Love Held Tight
Love Held Tight With love held tight in hearts embrace, Would’st the scent of love be enough, Should a whisper fulfill our finest grace, Or will full storm of voices be raised, With longing left far behind on shrinking shore, ‘Till neither you nor I falter in hesitant dark, And all our days they flowerContinue reading “Love Held Tight”
Three Worlds
Three Worlds Love inspired magical voices chant, Meeting place of earth and sky, drumming finds, Resonant core rhythm, seed and amplify, Nascent spirit’s dance, loosen mind’s tight grip, Rippling songs strip blinkered eyes doubts. Inviting ocean of love, which speaks and, Knows our names, convulse viscerally to, Still point in salvation’s ravenous breath, Collapse terrifiedContinue reading “Three Worlds”