only to be read

only to be read...

written the name in the ripple of water -

in the pebbles in the hand of a small child

tossed skittering in the air ... written the

name in the phantoms melted in risen day-

light - filamented words floating as smoke 

across the face of the moon smiling - in the 

crooked limbs of the three who lead straight

to the shimmered Source of one and all - 

each and every - written the name - to read -

to be - to call out in the chorused clamor of 

connection collected in a common language 

of peace - of joy - of love - written the name ....

that needs no name ...

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Consigned to collapse - they stand

Starlight-Fangirl

Consigned to collapse – they stand

they stand – what were they -whirling

atoms - consigned somehow to those

particular bodies – they stand – con-

signed by the virulence of unholiest

hatred to the edge of collapse –some

to tumble over – they stand –some in

the soft dust of ash - some stumbling

through the finally opened gates –they

stand -some now flown to shine – star-

light in the sky – they return pushing

stones from their graves born to tell a

story that should have been but a tale

of caution – they stand strong and tall

their line circling this world – the Source

shining in the eyes of the newly born –

They stand – the cycle of self continues

their atoms inviolate and firm – perhaps

one or two floating off to still a hand lifted

in hatred – a heart aching in loss – they

stand behind us, with us, before us –

watching-

standing

They…

Oblivion

Oblivion  

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-

errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers

hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft

velvet child and then another spin away - the

Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-

still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call

to each of their small spun sugar children now

soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -

bon voyage ...

Oblivion 2 & 1

Oblivion 2.

"Play time is over" - calls mother to small child -

darkness tips ready to fall - she calls waiting for

a fast patter - soft arms flung about her her neck -

excited chatter - "Play time is over.  Come in -

the nearly navy night flicks sparks of last day-

light falling to ground a glint here and there her

voice leeching strength - Defiant, spirit rousing

she exhales, stands tall and calls into the empty 

now navied night -"Play time is over. Come in

now." In the marrow of her bones she knows - 

her child now gone grown - flown on velvet wings 

soaring in-to starlight - her small child joining all 

spun-sugar others sparkling molten light in night
She leans loose limbed against hearth, feet on ground
door unlocked - letting her eyes finally fall to story -
to the ancient amethyst dreams of mothers calling fast
vanished days of small soft children flown, grown gone...

Come

play

home

again...

The Sunday Whirl

... and on the previous day a different perspective ..from these whirling words...

Oblivion  1. 

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-

errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers

hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft

velvet child and then another spin away - the

Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-

still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call

to each of their small spun sugar children now

soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -

bon voyage ...