fluffball verse

a flower to Sicily

I Sway the yards
of irises blue—
Claim the color,
start this dream anew.

Sway in wonder—
then wander some more,
paint the blossoms
at my yearning door—
            

I found the words to every thought

More shadows stretch on lighter grounds—
Periphery—One—
Thin edge—tracing—
The last hour of the setting Sun—

Might the Black seep through—blur edges?
Can ashy moments stir
From Flares—distant and cerebral—
Fill the holes—all left Plaster?
            

The Body grows without—

This House has but One dweller—
Two windows every door—
Such that the Stay stays—becomes Home—
No lock—Visitors tour—

A chair, a table, a bed—
What else might One ask for?
Build a Fence—thorny gardens—
If the Host pleads the More
            

The Soul selects her own Society—

In crowded Rooms create your Comfort—
Pausing—nodding—
Off to the chatter falling short—
Present—dreaming—

Hold fast, hold strong—walk away—
then a Way
On carpets like
A Warrior in prime—on her day—
Ready to strike

Weary arms—always armed—never shake
Dangers—
They only know Caution till they take—
Strangers—
            

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,

Eyes were shut then—bones half-warming,
Till Parallax tricked me
And marrow rose—Twinkling
Heavens above—to see—

To be caught by a Shooting Star—
Oh wondrous sweet surprise!
Then float in the Milk of the Sky—
Oh dark delight—All defies—

Wait no longer—I breathe
Far from Earth’s vanity—
Unite my Finite with Seconds
To Infinity—

When we stand on the tops of Things—

Ellipses on a one-dime plane—
Or dots dotting a sphere—
Geometric cosmic untruths—
From the axis solar—

When the wrinkled fabric unfolds—
The punctures—we linger—
Our daunting missteps and manners
To the celestial web—long—

Mere untruths—we are not—truthful
In our lifelong quests
For Perfection—asking for
Protection—in our strength—

Planets on a three-dime plus time—
With stars scattered apart—
In our faulty Physics
We gravitate—Our Souls—