Your Taste
You and I ,
the same ,
Occupy
Undifferentiated
Raw corners of existence .
Treading
An ephemeral
Step, this footprint
Time and earth cover,
Excavated only
by fate and
enduring heart.
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To See
HE knew his time
WAS limited
nature had made it
That way…with
Only certain
windows
to see light of day
So he opened his
Eyes wide …composing
saying what he had to say
before a coming of
Eternal closing on final shrouding day
Line of the Sky
Line of the Sky
Turquoise sky
blue hued rose
clear and bright ,
light
that meets
grey and purple line
of cloud,
shrouding day in cover .
Why?
What passage
of time and place is this ,
that now
we gaze upon the face
and recognize the past ,
the times gone by,
So long ago,
so familiar ,
so lost ,
yet present
In a memory ?
Athenian Requiem
Image
It comes
without mercy
from a quiet
and unbiased space.
First numb,
then astounding ,
It is done .
It just is .
No why .
No wherefore.
Final
except for
the reverberations
of the words
and the worms
of unspoken emotion
with only
sometime solace
of children
and of a passing wing.
Veil
Image
A waif like
lady ,
veil over head ,
tied loose
around her neck ,
with
draped body
thin ,
gently took my hand
one lone morning
bidding me to rise
and walk with her ,
Yet all
remained
the same ,
there ,
where it was ,
and in the many
places
where
I am
Haven’t Been
Haven’t Been
I haven’t been
where you have been.
I don’t know
the things you know
but as sure,
as surely,
as you have been
and known the places
and the things
that you have seen ,
I will journey there
far
and on my own
and will return
after I have
been and seen
and known ,
the places where
you’ve been.
And we shall then
begin
to be,
those who live within
each other
and within
the very one
and
the one within
ourselves .
From “A Matter of 4” by PWChaltas
My Friend And I
My Friend And I
My friend and I
We had primordial loss
We try the monastery
each in different ways
We try the spa
to see if it can soothe
the aching body .
The monastic
Is respite
and the good
is life .
It heals and eases
from the dropping
of the final straw
and brutal finality .
The Law
The Law
The shape of things
to come ,
On the boulevards ,
the shape of spring .
Sitting on rotund
Lilac divans
Reclining
laws are made
and In all
these new beginnings
the old ones fade .
plexi steel
stiletto heel
Silver leather
Herald the new
and latest weather
A crop of percussive songs ,
electronic tweet
Heat
sweet canaries
of the past repeat
themselves
Songs
How
Long
will it last
The axe is falling
Reapers calling .
The ding dong
of the door sounds
Then the
calls are made
to the elegance
of ladies
and to all the
ineptitudes of men .
Give me the law
Baby ..I need it.
Need it in the now .
Need it over again .
Doing Nothing
Doing Nothing
There were times,
we didn’t know
what to say,
or what to do.
We only observed
the lights flashing in the distance.
In that frozen stare
was the peace
of doing nothing,
a first and last resort,
as time flew away
back to the beginning,
in an infant stare
observing.
PWChaltas 