chasing shadows again











{August 23, 2008}   good morning cosmos ~ after all this silence, I offer a poem
Sun-Painted Compass

Sun-Painted Compass

brushed across the canvas of my skin
shuddering with my heart
is our story
traced out in lines of fate and destiny
trailing over my palm
left like a map to distant places
going and coming and dividing and returning
until the whole story could not be written on one canvas
but in our skins overlaid
and then deeper
falling in tangled twists of color and light and darkness
writhing off of our skin and into the night sky
connecting stars and planets into new ever-shifting constellations
a love painted in presense and absence
light and shadow
with our blood and the colors of the bleeding sun
so woven into our fortunes
what has been spilling into what is come
I trace the curves of Nazca Lines and spiral-carved labyrinths
and wonder if you are speaking to me
promising that our dance nearer and father – forward and back
traces out something only visible from heights we have not yet reached

I mailed your letter this morning.

Chaco Canyon

Monkey!

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bob says:

your poem demonstrates a depth of understanding of the artform, i encourage you to continue to read poetry and write it, you are one of a handful of persons who shows the promise, intellectual balance, and instinctual grasp of art necessary in order to create poetry that surprises the reader, please keep it up.



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