a WRITE_1
of passage

passage: from περᾰ́ω (peráō)

to go from one side to another

to pass through, over or traverse, cross, esp. over water

(intransitive) to penetrate or pierce (of a pointed weapon)

Yoke and bow

A golden yoke and an emerald bow:

the task is to transform the yoke into the bow.

To exchange:

burden for potential

load for spring

wealth for agility

steady certainty for precarious responsiveness.

Weighty gold gleams strung over shoulders,

certain as the orbit of the sun,

sure as the gears of the galaxy.

The double arch crushes shoulders,

blistering with incandescence.

Curves circle neck, reaching round

as if an aspiring slave necklace.

Ah! now we are yoked and worked

for the glisten of gold.

Only from a heart pulsing with love

can an emerald be grown.

Can we love enough

to make the emerald bow?

Perhaps the bow, being born of love

is to be fed green emeralds

from the hearts of thousands,

from the wishes and dreams

of the pebble to the elephant,

of the nightingale to the river delta,

of the child to the canopy.

Perhaps all of their love

will fashion the emerald bow.

Golden spear

Golden spear sails forth, driving through water

a tail of bubbles pursue

bursting with mirrored mosaics.

Down below, a fast-paced team of chasers

trip along the sands

dancing over boulders, leaping hills.

They unleash ruby kites, flying them

up, up, up in the currents,

now swooping towards

the gleaming shadow of the spear's path.

And all the while the spear flies

free of kites, free of air.

Rushing, rushing, rushing

the waters applaud the leader and the chase.

Eddies and torrents

delight in the surprise.

A gift, a gift, a gift

sing the whistling pursuers,

laughing and sucking

in the glistening gleam.

And the golden spear glides onwards,

ever-true, heading always

in favour of the heart.

Golden, singing spear:

rings and chants the hour of salvation,

the serendipitous flirtation with chance,

the meander into heartland, the dream;

charges up one who knows he holds it

with glorious leaping electrons,

sends shivers out into the world.

"I bring joy and love and passion.

I am with you for you.

I sing for your strength

I chant for your heart

I strike light when I am held."

The golden, singing spear -

a seeker's weapon, staff, tool,

light, courage, strength,

hope, determination, essence.

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COLLECTIONS

DEATH BY AGREEMENT

some seem to have agreed a pact for passage.
tidings hard to fathom.

STRANGE WATERS

experimental forms and thoughts that seem to come from elsewhere

AS IT IS

here now: this is what we find, this is what we see, this is what finds us

TRACERY

second and third associations. words and shapes.

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ANGRY RED SUN, PALE SHADOWED NIGHT

a second stab at a book-style tranche of writings. formed in the end not entirely how it was intended.

THROUGH LIGHT

first steps. written mostly past midnight through dawn. night muse visitations.

WHO AM I?

Strandloper, edge-dweller, being. Sometime poet.

This site began as insomnia. Soon there were enough words for a book (Through Light). A little later, another collection was almost a book (Angry Red Sun, Pale Shadowed Night). Then came snatches of someone's thoughts from somewhere (As It Is). Dark tidings have also been received (Death by Agreement).
Along the way there are words on a plane (Tracery).

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