space boy

Pre-dawn:
the sky splits open
its infinite archive;

layer upon layer
of light-years,
each star
a punctuation mark
in eternity’s
run-on sentence.

Such verve
the universe displays!

Such shameless
depth,
such boundless
showing-off.

#poetry #vss365

The fog, this
grey philosopher, arrives
and steals the world
I thought I knew by name.

Each tree, each stone,
all certainties, it deprives,
dissolving solid things
to ash and claim.

Epistemology
so cruel is this,
where light itself
becomes the soul’s abyss?

#poetry #vss365

The dawn
adorns herself
in ashen light,
a halo
spun from ice
and tender fire.
What sacred
geometry makes
morning bright?

#poetry #vss365

Space boy
with upturned face;
thou art stardust
gazing at thine own
ancestry.

The cosmos
contemplates itself
through thy
wonder-widened eyes.

Thou art not separate
from what thou seek’st:
a universe
dreaming
itself.

#poetry #cosmos

Our souls brush past
in half-known grace
I’ve seen thy light
in dreams before.
We are the echo,
not the place,
two keys that search
for the same door.

#poetry #anamchairde #vss365

We collide
like almost-rhymes,
close enough
to ache.
Your soul wears
a face I knew
in some forgotten
dialect of dream.
We are keys
cut for locks
that no longer exist;
or do not yet.
This clash:
recognition’s spirit.
#poetry #soulfriends #vss365

With daily regularity
I rise
towards you,
my silver
unreachable
geometry
of longing.

This is love’s
cruel mathematics.

I’ll be forever
reaching,
forever
falling back.

#poetry #moon #tides

October’s artist
has touched the trees,
transmuting green
to molten praise.

Each leaf: a penny
minted by the sun,
spent gloriously
in autumn’s grand economy.

O copper cathedral!
How richly
death adorns itself
before the fall.

#poetry #autumn

That’s very kind of you. 😊

When flags become
the only psalms they sing,
when questions die
and leaders turn to kings!

~~~~~~~~~
Beware:
the state has grown a temple,
and thou art now
the sacrifice.
~~~~~~~~~

No earthly throne
deserves thy soul’s surrender.
Keep thy mind
unbranded,
free,
and tender.

#poetry #freedom

How still you stand
while Rome burns bright,
as if the flames
were merely weather,
some distant,
theoretical blight
that cannot singe
the common tether.

What spell has turned
your rage to sleep?
What opiate
makes bondage sweet?

I wonder:
how such self-defeat?

#poetry #america

What holy thing arrests her stare;
some seraph only she can see?

Her eyes parse layers in the air
where spirit dwells invisibly.

Does she contain a finer sense
that reads the text of unseen things?

Her stillness speaks of recompense:
she knows that silence truly sings.

#poetry #mysticism #cats

I am
a question
without a sentence,
gazing up
at answers
I lack
words
for.

Each star: a punctuation mark
in God’s unfinished sentence.
Perhaps seeking itself
is all the meaning there is?

#poetry #stars

What falls
was ocean once,
a grey algebra
ascending, then
descending: pilgrim
water on its
kneeling
journey
home.
Ancient as thirst itself,
this circular psalm:
the mountain drinks
what sea
exhales.

#poetry

The sky draws tight,
its black parenthesis
enclosing the day’s syntax.

What heavy thoughts
does heaven think
when clouds conspire thus?

The gathering storm seems
but the world’s held breath
before weeping.

#poetry
#stormamy

Thank you so much 😊

I love this

Severed from her purple parliament,
yet still she speakest;
ghost-language lingering
in every bruised cell.

O residual grace!
How death itself
becomes a slower bloom,
releasing what was held:
the soul’s own violet whisper.

#poetry
#lavender

Your throat becomes
a cavern
where small demons dwell,
all hiss and spit and fury.

When fear unbraids your gentle tongue, you snarl:
a prayer
turned inside out,
teeth and sovereignty.

#poetry
#cats

Thank you ☺️

Brave fool in silver mail,
dost thou not know
the footpath is a Golgotha
for pilgrims small as thee?

Each human step: a phantom,
a harbinger of doom.
Yet still thou drag’st
thy fragile universe across
this perilous enormity.

O courage, soft and glistening!

#poetry

The hills wear halos,
loose and grey,
as if the veil ‘tween
earth and prayer
grew thin enough to
touch today.
God’s hem doth sweep the
morning air.

#poetry

Hawk hangs,
a terrible grace,
all talon and dark theology.

Her dive: just a verb,
no mercy, no malice,
just hunger wearing
a tapestry.

O glorious violence
of the necessary!
How death itself
takes wing and shines.

#poetry

Miniature monk in spiral cloister-shell,
you carry heaven’s architecture, slow as a prayer.

Silver-tongued philosopher
who writes the grass
with hymns,

teach me
your patient
language,
how tininess
mirrors infinity.

#poetry

Black oracle perched;
thou know’st something
I should not ask.

Thy eye: a well
where drowned stars speak
in tongues of ash.

What dreadful syllogism
hides beneath that dead expression?

I fear thy answer
more than silence, more
than God’s own riddled dark.

#poetry

What alphabet
the cat reads;

invisible epistle
writ in air’s own ink.

He parses worlds
my dull nose cannot
decipher: each molecule
a psalm, a secret verb
that conjugates the unseen.

O mystical surveyor
of the threshold!

#poetry
#cats

The rain-washed air
hangs pure as Eden’s
first-drawn breath.

#poetry