you

vichyssoise
olla podrida
hodge-podge
pottage
substance
scrap
soup? no
all the things you are

none

my heart breaks
i have failed to convey
softly and fluid to relay
the ways of ancient tale telling
my mentor notices me not
i am still to clumsy
perhaps worse
as my tears
hinder my
path

doubts

mentor mine must i always in your presence face the earth
so failing in my feeble efforts to have you stay
i cannot learn it is true as strength i have not without you

blue line

fore warned be
watch your door
not for a buick big
nor a shining bright star
but something more intriguing by far
would be certainly not me

words

ankles crossed
chin upon my knees
caressing shins i read
your stories intense burn
in flames now so tall of last fall
continues to smolder my heat of defeat
and loss of you

geologist

philosophy of
spessartite garnets
when musing a connection
find quite pleasingly striking
rare lightly refined reflections
considered their contemplation

golden sparkle golden these
searching mandarin jewels
black garnished notion
with deliberate and
quick emotions
have wisdom

book

you are like a good book
for which i can not
turn the pages
and can not
read

askew

askew
the world leans left
the world leans right
it tilts askew

askew
i lean right
i lean left
i tilt askew askew
i wished i knew you

some do

some men select mourning jackets with tails
i know a guy who picks fatigues for every event
safe he is he is

inspiration

my meager thoughts of you are avant-garde
i love you in every meaning of the word
your ancient mind is newer than new
living as silver droplets in the sky

notes

pining in the forest green
healing in shadows dark
smiling neath needles dry
humming soft to myself
writing a note for you
thinking life is so easy
wondering why its not
wondering why its not

long boat

you are the romantic notion we all admire
well learned
well versed
well skilled
well read
and very kind

you will of course hold the bridge
til we all climb aboard to
row to victory
row to victory
row to victory
in the volpac long boat

you are bersreker warrior

shared

your breathe upon my shoulder
stirred my sleep but turning you were not
so close your thoughts i thought you touched my ear
not finding you i knew you were here

when summer moved to leaves adrift
and i felt you evening after evening steal near
you brought my sweet slumber safe
though not knowing you i did

arms almost caressing me secure
secluded from my view but in my heart
now my hero slips away like blowing flakes of white
in memory drifts of your story’s heart stands me

thoughts

thoughts of you
bring corners of my mouth
up round