POEM: Trumpet Ivy

A moment alone

Before another siege

And a blanket of fog

Muffles the leafblower.

Day light scores

Everything whistle clean

As a chewed dog

Toy.  My thoughts are

Draping cobwebs,

While trumpet ivy is

Ablaze in all its tropisms,

A match head

That dares the day to strike.

 

POEM: Gypsy Songs (Brahms)

Strike the faithless face

Lament until fleeing wave

Stream to the Rima banks.

When the loveliest

Laugh, teases and kisses me

Enfolded kiss, regret                                                                             

My poor bitter true remains.

Ever bronzed, clanking spurs

Caress his sweet whirl

Shout spring about.

Throw shiny silver guilders

On the cymbal

To hear it ping,                                                                                         

A row bloom so red.

No law against the forbidden

Beautiful wide grinned world

Thought perished

Long ago.

It would be a sin to abide

In empty cups of joy.

Recall with solemn oath

POEM: Ideal (Tosti)

Follow the friendly touch

I sense the light of air, of

Perfumed solitary radiance.

Absorbed,

I dream of earth’s anxiety

Of her torment dreamt and forgotten.

Come instant smile,

Cloud feet rippling through tall grasses,

 Shine on me

What has yet to be.

POEM: Lovely Moon Who Sheds Silver Light (Vincenzo Bellini)

Moon silvering street like a coin.

The flowers breathe its own language

To the elements: sole witness

To ardent longing.

Recount the distance,

Assuage a cherished spot in the corner

Of the room.

Count hours of flattering comfort,

O light, my love. 

POEM: O How Anxious (Mozart)

Ablaze,

To see only more,

How anxious,

How ardent glad reunion!

Erased by strident separation.

While I waver

While I quake and favor these

Sea swells that rise

To  halt the burst

Of fresh ocean foam.

Or sea green eyes.

In a whisper,

all fire is her sigh.

Cheeks aglow,

You deceive me so,

O tangy, trembling dream.

POEM: Tu, La Aventura (You, The Adventure)

You are the journey I have longed to take.

The white water in me that aches

For wilder paths.

You are the canyon I would rappel if I could,

The dwelling place of all dreaming -

Something I never believed possible.

You are the adventure story

I want so eagerly to read at night,

When my leaden eyes close against my will.

You are a tale told in volcanic rock

Beneath our boots as flecks of shale.

You are the wild rabbit’s rush to the warrens of Fall,

Leading me, leading me, into the yawning dusk

Whose gilded fingers I desperately want twined into mine.

We are deep caves, the two of us. Let’s be spelunked,

Kneeling in the dark, with our dayglow clothing

And our moon breath to guide us.

Let’s wander then, to become trumpet vines

Showing off to each other our decadent flowers

On mornings, before each new gift of light.  

Let’s be stakeless tomatoes to northerly winds.

Kingly gourds with a sprawling demeanor.

Kin to the unlatched door

Lost forever in being found anew.