Shadow waiting blue,
To shine a throbbing hunger
Sparks fly, a blaze in the sacred air
Ancient cloven golden illusion;
Is glazed in firemoon memory
A vessel uncharted in the rhythmic tide
Feeling around this darkness, alone
Except for the lasso of earthshine
All I have, are these imaginings
If I was whole;
The light would break through these craters of eyes
And the vastness of dawn would nourish
our friendship like the wildflowers
Rumi says “Submit to love without thinking, as the sun this morning rose recklessly extinguishing our star-candle minds.”
Pinhole Photograph from: I am not this body by Barbara Ess
Roses in the park,
Shimmer as a string of red pearls slipping down her throat
In a steel room he held her midst of mercy
Autumn’s arrival at last, the violet petals collapse
He’ll pass through cosmic tunnels
And wear her voice as he nears the moon
What of it now?
The failure of nerve
We all stand a chance
To be a queen in his eyes
When the suntory claimed the roses as blue
Poem by: NaRa
Art: Blue Bee Image Pinterest, Mark Rothko & Freydoon Rassouli
I found the king in my sour patch kids.
Summoning me to him.
Inch by inch.
The patchwork of truth beneath his sweet release.
Matted and mired in the threadbare trails of my existence.
All my thoughts encumbered into one, like the great shadow occulting the sun.
Moments before the light links to the dark.
I know the iconic gestalt will not escape my mind.
Now darker, as the black spirals into the white.
The nightingale consoles all the day’s dissonance.
While the chaffinch closes his eyes as he rushes the earth.
Which hand from which god reached into the heavens?
To blot out the sun and cover us with black oil.
Stuck down with feathers and falterings that overcome one another.
Reaching across each contour that shifts and shivers in our temporary aphotic zone.
Treading water with the creatures of the lunar deep.
Beholding the moonshadow through the trees.
Images from Pinterest and Dark Souls III
Collaboration with Havoc and Consequence
I’m here, nauseated from imploding sips
I can’t sense the external
Chain a thermometer to my divided mind
Ladybugs crawl right up that slit,
Inwardly they scream
As Case so shamelessly sang,
“You thought you could outrun sorrow.”
Mama always told me she wanted to die
From birth, pillow retreats and soggy sheets
Absorbed all the energy
Preoccupied with arms that clinged but would unravel once the judgement was too steep
Her voice, abandoned foghorn
Where did I hide when eyes raged in the night
My Islands of Competence
To self soothe
Close your eyes dear
I told you it is just around the bend
Why I’ll let you follow
Because your worth more than all the Zodiac’s zillion flames in the sky
To ascend the tree
Cozing in, by the trees. Come on, it’s just around the Bend.
Kiss me in your moon shadow,
By the silver beach.
I wish my needs could vanish,
Into those crashing waves.
But they remain,
Arched toward your musing Hands.
Wisdom tells to stay moons Apart.
Keep to the you and you
And the I and I;
To avoid the cost of a broken Heart.
The veil is there to always help,
But I often anticipate the other Side.
For glory is never something to Hide.
So we are like glass
That breaks apart.
But glass can be fused.
A flame will do.
Your moon shadow I choose.