Charleston Skyline ©WabiSabi 2013
Charleston Skyline ©WabiSabi 2013


 clouds,  like prairie schooners

hurry across the sky and with a swirl

they carry daydreams on the wind’ s  sweet breath,

each glimpse of the crystal  sky sending thoughts packing

on a whole  new train down alleys unexplored


the tale  still untold,  the vault still under lock

with  mirrored halls of memory reflecting a nimble fiction

an unwritten story that might crave another, happier ending-

but then the ending writes itself,

always the same.


now the time arrives to climb above the schooners,

 staring down with rapture, surveying as a raptor would

forgetting limbs that protest loudly, words catch in the throat –

she remembers the wing of the osprey and how the wind catches it, 

  and she hitches a ride on the same strong breeze,

 following the osprey all the way home.


©Wabi Sabi 2013


For  Sunday Whirl  ‘prairie, halls, swirl, wind, train, vault, nimble, crave, rapture, limbs, throat, each.’



they come like a passel of noisy children

invading dreams of saint and sinner

interrupting, impervious to love-making 

death-bed or candled dinner


they can pout in abject silence

slipping down the road of  chased thoughts , 

fragmented, demented, mocking from afar,

not easily bartered or bought


still the ragged poet bleeds and longs

for the  jagged muse’s holy songs.


©WabiSabi 2013 

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