your voice against my ear.....
forever ever to the year of 2008

"Until again"

"Faint fall" a spelling error but I like "Fain" which was supposed
to be "rain"

My "M"
I've lived this life
pockets of love
meeting
arrangement

stuff of books
songs
poetry

a wretched immense grand view
like living in a ruin of beauty
the wealth of squalor against
ones shoulder

I feel oh I do
I get tastes and hunger tid bits from
muses I cannot own
for who wishes for that beauty with
wings to be in a cage

the night is alive with the magic of
our short spring summer
the rains have allowed the frogs
to mate small peepers a most
melancholic banter
rain taste in the air
bringing forth a haunted ache
that is unavoidable

Im not a settled soul at all
and I should never tempt nor
taste that forbidden desire
or draw it close to feel its fire

I have nothing but to delve into the
depth
and im terrified of water
and those depths
and angry too

maybe love makes one brave
foolhardy so

best to make an attempt
though I figure

If there were a sea I could swim
to lie upon a shore sun stoked
or fire tended
I would be the keep to your night
wher the twisting embers stitch
stars of fate upon the constellation
of my passion

love you

evermore

your Wolf

the rush to plant
rebirth
care
tenderness through the breaking of ground

like any relationship
it has its moments
and worries and risks
for bearing anything at all but heartbreak and loss
sometimes

Love is a scarecrow
or the black bird come to feast
on the remains of famine

Love is the hard sought
crop beaten by hail and storms
that one wears upon a sleeve
with smiles worn

rail against passion
in the shelter
our rooms of many thoughts
the halls familar and worn

Nightime moments
beneath the yard light
the streetlight
with the muse of darkness
the kiss of the unknown
and daring

that power that surges
in the starless eve
with rains falling

and ghosts rising

Thank You

I've been quiet just reading your works lately
and enjoying pics elsewhere

my collection on things on the street I have in my
mind as it changes all the time
I have to pick up a case for camera that is attached
to my belt The last one was in my pocket and picked
up gravel and become Broken forever
despite my work on it

I save it in parts as it is very interesting this way

"Spline" is not "Spine" "Spine" for me would be a fexible
word Spline is different from spindle too
both have different jobs as do words in language

Im very happy that you like the poetry as it is presented
thinking in a different manner sometimes allows for
poetry to emerge from a corner or vantage where
poetry does not usually come from in creativity

I think anyway

"Prize in specialness/ Oddness" this is spot on identification
of this meaning

Ataya the blonde artistic soul took a pic of an unusual insect
on the door when returning the other day from school or college
course and snapped a pic and researched it
It was T shaped and is a Plume Moth

not from around here at all I surmised that It was blown off
course by the great winds of upheaval these days
and isnt creativity like this
why retreat to the basement if one can be swept up and find
oneself in a poetic landscape far far away from the usual

Thank You Ann

our soil was thin from the glacier
Free though in the eighteen fifties onward
if you cleared an acre of stumps and planted
put up a home etc My dads people were
from Holland via New York in the mid
sixteen hundreds His father and he
worked the railroad Our village though
for a time was farmed barns crops before
it just gave out much hills and stone piles
and old machines laying about in rusting
heaps One of them was a hay rake
right near us on the hill I m sure that raking
hay by hand is quite a chore so that the rake
would gather it up by horsepower

Im not describing physical planting
the idea but put in Spline as it was used much
for this and im not good at math so its not
a math word

I find creativity in all things too Ann

Thank You