ISLE BELIES

The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf

remembers so well that it panics to speak

and with words of upturned blossoms it says

the answering of love is beautiful

part of the hand and from the open palm

is the litmus of a flower blessed truth

to love is to love by every value worth

beauty at once is beauty forever

the world is a rose pined in the hour

when it first broke through ether to descend

from the birth of its origin’s bower

through the rose with its form as its power

circling with the eye of the crown of thorns

piercing yellow pollen horn for the world 

SUNNY PARTIAL SHADE

I walk to the corner for aspirin

crossing the sidewalk as it bisects me

the people all occupied with being

careful and cautious afraid to be seen.

I, too, wish I were more invisible

that the plunge in the maelstrom fingers

like a violin that becomes myself

played by a sound wave along a quiver

Silent orchestra, hour of stillness,

a vessel as celestial as a star

brimming in a whole and part mystery

the sacred noon hour has passed and filled

Taking two drops from a symptom of pain

to answer the pressure of life again.

HANDSOME ROSE

The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf

remembers so well that it panics to speak

and with words of upturned blossoms it says

the answering of love is beautiful

part of the hand and from the open palm

is the litmus of a flower blessed truth

to love is to love by every value worth

beauty at once is beauty forever

the world is a rose pined in the hour

when it first broke through ether to descend

from the birth of its origin’s bower

through the rose with its form as its power

circling with the eye of the crown of thorns

piercing yellow pollen horn for the world

VIOLET PURPLE BLUE

The pastel tint warmed in milk of the moon

woven from astros from oceans the loom

that it fulfills in its culmination

body to soul to everything fathom

the eggshell existence carapace home

as extends to its free freedom free form

and for that pure reason the purple blooms

like a bubble between waves of fusion

the unanswered question is an answer

absolutely anything appears One

as it nurtures a mirror opened Poem

sheer celestial heather heaven on Earth

thriving on the nutrients of Glory  

SUN BLOOM SKY PETALS

The sun blooms a petal blue elixir

seeing for itself the visible sky

looks along inside eye of the eagle

over the distance as vast it reveals

or races on the features of vision

The lens of a wing a the power pulls

and silence awakes a season of sound

past the past tense and into the lion

that crosses the mountain into its own

and roars of time eternal from hours

the flame as it venerates the fire

the living tree trunk of viscous bower

Lava that melts like the wax of the moon

distilled into starlight draped in the Sun.

JUNE MOON PINK MOON

--for Odilia Galvan Rodriguez

 The beautiful morning awakes with love.

It glistens on the edges of the world

Where dreams are bundled in the afterglow.

Of the full and sacred moon’s pink flower.

Advancing like the stars that shine aloof

creating in the universe a home

Roof without limits, alabaster tone

Tinged with greatest mercy and hope so soon!

Purer lamp than any lights the shadow.

Darkness cast to memory where grace holds.

The grace of complete mastery of form.

Completion and awakening the hour.

A simple miracle above the clouds.

When June with its great mystery unfolds.