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Adrift
Out there
where fitful sable nights
slosh over a flaming horizon
an osprey’s cry sates the air,
a melancholy echo,
folding autumn in two
to hide sun’s anemic face
under grey angora clouds.
I wander
restless and uneasy
between gold-tipped rufous leaves and
winter's downy plumage,
embalmed with time's beat.
I’d much rather two-step,
upon moon's milky curves
velvet breezes by my side.
Shh…can you hear?
Just around the corner
winter's bony frostbitten fingers
gouge the deepening twilight.
Scent of
Jasmine
In the jasmine
flower
lives a fragrance
that wounds the soul with love—
why else would tears
brush my cheeks this sunny day...
I stopped looking
for the caress of a human
when iris turned
her painted face my direction,
when peony flung her petals
halfway down the garden path
for me to dance upon...
Yet love will have its way—
tomorrow
I'll still colour my eyelids,
paint my lips a ruby red,
while jasmine bequeaths to wind
her seductive aroma.
Renhai: Janice Thomson, CA and
Vaughn Seward, CA—Sightings,
No. 187
Renhai: Janice
Thomson, CA and Vaughn Seward, CA—Uncommon
Canvas No. 190
Renhai: Janice
Thomson, CA and Vaughn Seward, CA—Drained
No. 194
Renhai: Janice
Thomson, CA and Vaughn Seward, CA—Latter
Moments No. 197
