Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Hiatus

I have been away, writing poetry for a woman who I loved deeply. I am going to replay some of the highlights, because regardless of where the inspiration has gone, my work remains.

Enjoy.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Wish


I am a raven in her titanium sky

calling songs she could not recall.
"Love", untouchable as heart break
a pale drop of cream upon a fox's tongue

Did street lights blossom on your lash
and curve your cardinal lips?
Were those fireflies in your eyes?

Your lips remembered mine, as night
suffused a gentle dawn, in white.

As I shed feathers, to build her wings
please let her fly beyond the wall!
And then . . .  the river froze. For us,
and us alone. Our dance of days. . .

Do you remember me? For I wish,
to always remember you.

I would only wish I never met you,
so I might meet you, once again.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Quiet Things

I sway in a pale blue breeze of evening light
A stirring constellation of leaves
formed in the stillness that bottoms your cup.

I am father to the spaces between finely weaving words
my offering of letters from the hollow circus
of my battered, aching chest.

A silver service of distracted adulation,
strewn sweetly across your little white toes;
the ink with which I will trace our steps

Back to the preface, the one exquisite moment
when our eyes met one dreaming night
with streetlamp chaperons

and every part, ev-ery-thing hums
well-greased gears grind and spin
as we heaved, a drag of old burdens

we two, a hot engine of caresses whose roar,
crescendoed like amorous handprints
against the morning glass

the hot tick
     click
              tick
of quiet things,
dreaming. . .
of wings.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Fables

We are fireflies, you and I
seeking one, the other in twilight

Dancing lightly down hallowed streets
glowing cinders, floating through the nights we make our own
as one idea flowers into another,
petals riding a breeze

We would still our dance and just smile
the kind of smile that  begins... everything


We are burning stars, you and I
encircling heavens with our spiral trail

A starry cotillion blazing all about
They are cinders flowing through the night we make our own
Whorling ribbons of light behind us
As we weave infinities with our star dust tails

We would still our dance and just burn
the kind of burning that frees everything


We are ocean and sand, you and I
Braided lovers, falling. . . one upon the other

Playing by cover of moon and star
We're glimmer cinders, falling through the night we make our own
Our waves, the quiver of a soul-deep kiss
And by your touch, the ocean is ablaze

We would still our lips and say nothing
the kind of nothing that means everything

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Uneasy Brevity

Did you just open my eyes?
    with your million kinds of smiles
    they are shells on a dark beach, sparkling

Could the night last forever. . . please?
    then, I'd have the time to remember
    to hold, and how to be bold

But then the city lights touched her hair
    and I forgot the hows. . .
        of everything.


Monday, September 2, 2013

A Meditation in Fire

The beautiful ghosts when I close my eyes
Are a meditation in fire
The old names, written in smoke
I call them, to remember, then to forget

All the pretty worlds a mind can make
They know me in their sleep
But they are the thing that morning will break
So another me, each morning may wake

But you must hold me with your eyes
And touch me, as I touch you with my words
And then might we sleep dreamless,
Beneath the beating wings of birds

Because I never forget the night owns me
Within a shadow, I am her breeze 

So that this flame flows past our lips
Through all the lies we sold ourselves
Round the bind my hands would unmake
While counting a dervish of stars

Would I be clean, but hollowed out
Innocence, hungrily collapsed


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

A Bargain with Winter

A fog of night air wreathed in fireflies
laced with the nameless wings of song
    only a parent's lips recall

your mother sings of the space in her arms,
    that only ever fit you so
your father tells you stories to lift you in the air,
    twirling your laughter into the sunlight

hummed where words fell on the floor,
    small, hot tattering breaths
    before sleep
where silence rolls in,
a thick tide of brutal moments

 
All works Copyright 2013 Shou Yu Qun!