My Deepest Burning Wish (November 30, 2010)

my deepest
burning wish
bade me sit beside
In golden voice
Lifting me
through the dark
it flattered
Somehow I
thirsted for more

I Will Be Far Away (November 29, 2010)

I will be far away
drawing the impossible
with a lump of radiant red
into the soft fertile soil
let the blood speak.

As If By Some Signal (November 28, 2010)

As if by some signal,
into a door of dark
circle the scattered jests
I need rest
and something to chew.

More And More Time (November 27, 2010)

more and more time
more and more time,
still I am Only a little old
carefully skirting the grave

Sooner Or Later Something Solid (November 26, 2010)

sooner or later
something solid.
the sight of
a rose muffled
reflection through
the darkening
shadows.

Winter Will Come (November 25, 2010)

Winter will come
and still you will sit,
buried in the fallen leaves

Always The Sea (November 24, 2010)

always the sea,
always the wind
Oh for the sight of a
trimmed peacock

I Don't Want Any Wig (November 22, 2010)

I don't want any wig,
I am not given to watching
false gaiety,
What is wrong with
wiggled eyebrows?

My Heart Seeks (November 21, 2010)

My heart seeks
a rising above
into absence.
If I leave
you will find
the wind blows
from that direction

I Only Remember Nothing (November 20, 2010)

I only remember
nothing
I think I lost
the essential parts
of the map

A Pale Light Filtered (November 19, 2010)

a pale light filtered
through the cloud
that hovered outside the door
I reached out
with an air of assurance
shadows swirled
there was only
the presence of melancholy
piercing the night sky

What About All The Knowledge (November 18, 2010)

what about
all the knowledge
in the stones
sun-dried and warm,
the smallest word
a fragmentary rock
It is said that forever is
too far to fall

It Was Then (November 17, 2010)

It was then
sitting beside the brook
stroking his mustache
Dear, dear, he said slowly,
and smiled
as a fox seems to smile

At Night Frost (November 16, 2010)

At night frost
and trembling voices
gazed from this forlorn place
I  must say farewell
before the snows come.

From This Shallow Cave (November 15, 2010)

from this shallow cave
I see a bright-ringed moon
the night of velvet
with air like lace
and the only sound
is absence

Lost In A Delicious Sleep (November 14, 2010)

lost in
a delicious sleep,
I dreamed I was
carried by candlelight
whispered on the wind

This Morning (November 13, 2010)

this morning
dull clouds
the rise of smoke.

Is There Anyone Here... (November 12, 2010)

Is there anyone here
who can explain
the weariness of great sacrifices
the meaning of melancholy dreams
or the endless devotion of
my innermost heart

Go With The West Wind (November 11, 2010)

Go with the west wind
flying into the blue
leaving no shred of farewell
flinging flatteries into pink

Even With Lifted Wavering Hands (November 10, 2010)

Even with
lifted wavering hands
handfuls of fallen memory
such small matters
leaving no footprint on the trail

Many A Meandering (November 9, 2010)

many a meandering
Here and there
hills and valleys
gathering autumn brilliance
The table is set for us!
in splendid
overabundance

Is It Not As You Wish (November 8, 2010)

Is it not
As you wish,
because
I have brought
another sunrise and
The soft rhythm of
quiet days

Lighted Windows (November 7, 2010)

lighted windows
long stormy days
outside the trees
turn and twist
a dark glance
eyes of thunder
rain so plunging

Through The Autumn Air (November 6, 2010)

through the autumn air
on many such morning
the melancholy of russet leaves
hummed from memory

And If I Go (November 5, 2010)

and if I go
home each night
frothing with rage
is It not
enough to smile

The Air Is Flushed With Quiet Pause (November 4, 2010)

The air is flushed with
quiet pause
an expectant moment
called up slowly
a memory scarcely touched
so hard to know
a sad farewell
and yet
your part is not yet over.

Over And Over Again (November 3, 2010)

Over and over again
days which seemed meaningless
as though a fallen bird
singing its last Perhaps
and so much
I wanted to tell you

This Time Last Year (November 2, 2010)

this time last year
appetizing little things,
and a good tale.
twice told

Cathy Cullis, Guest Poet (November 1, 2010)

The guest poet for the month of November is Cathy Cullis, a wonderful artist/poet who keeps up with two blogs and two online shops! Cathy's poetry blog, Nevering can be found here and her other blog where you can find more of her thoughts, creative process and beautiful mixed work, along with links to her shops, can be found here. I appreciate having Cathy's participation here at MissouriBendPaperWorks!