now and then

How is it that winds disturb the rhythm of days

       at last sorted . . . colourless?

stirring memories quietly humming

      distant and diffused

of ink stains torn, smudged

and finally put away

 

tied with weary ribbon

tired and curled about untidy words

that stuttered . . . then stopped

 

Pitched and undone my thoughts as I watch

the sweet colours of you drain from the sky

forever fading, I think

in hues of soft and warm

     falling

           blending

                 melding

into knowing of my sorry inconsequence . . .

     like morning frost on an incomplete strand of sequential thought

 

my head aches in thinly drawn moments of

the struggle to remember when I didn’t know

the conjunction of such words as yours

 

     when I feel you, still

in windblown longitudes held to rules

I curse as truth even

now and

      Then.

Reviews

[Forest Green]

A bleeding sky...warm with reflective memories and colored by unfeigned hopes.

Beautifully transcendent yet touched by the reality of sadness.

Masterfully written...

[J]

. . . and your gentle insight makes me smile. thank you for your thoughtfulness, as always, dan'l.

[Forest Green]

Welcome much...:)

[Ken Simm.]

Now I've seen you around other pages and curiosty got the better. So I've come to see and found a single poem from someone who obviously knows how to put creative thoughts in order. This is quite sublime.

[J]

ahhh lovely of you to stop by and leave such kind words. thank you, ken! [i unpublish stuff when i get bored w/it and creativity is on holiday :) ]

[Ed Hart]

me too, me too...glad you two have met

[Ed Hart]

'now and then, there's a fool such as i'