Old Flame

Old Flame

My memory plays the tricks

of age, making the lines

and shadows disappear

from your face.

I catch your eye and,

turning half away,

you beckon with a look

for me to follow.

Your hand slips

comfortably into mine

and we move off into the night,

there to live our

shared fantasies:

and then my head jerks,

lolling, half asleep in

my chair,

dreaming

half-remembered dreams,

I wake,

seeing you there

across the room,

and then

I light the flame once more

a thousand times.

© 2006 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh

Bathtime

Hundreds of fleeting bubbles pop

with the sweep of an arm,

the splash

of a foot.

Punctuated with little girl voices:

"Pretend we're princesses."

"Pretend we're getting married."

Mounds of luminous bubbles

pile high on their heads--

delicate, ephemeral crowns.

Hundreds of fleeting bubbles pop,

something is wrong...technically

Error sign on the screen

reminds me of the time

this girl I was dating told me

all her family were suicides

White Lion

Summer's end. Golden lions grow white with age-- They will wave their offspring away And wither to a roarless death

...

Birds and Bees

Swarmed by hot suitors / I spy my lily lover / queen of the corner

Green Little Tree

She climbs you like a frail tree Your branches snap under her weight...

Web

I don't know why the spider has caught no flies-- How her web sparkles in the morning light! She glows like an angel in the center of her sticky halo... *continue reading*

Visitation

Hear

Footsteps in the hall

See

The patch of drifting light

Feel

A gentle touch on my arm

Think

Is it you?

Goodbye

Sweet cedar scent drawn out by the wet uplifting and fresh can't help me forget...

No Parking Active Driveway

No Parking Active Driveway, originally uploaded by DRheins.

long after the crews have loaded, roaded back home the sign still stands guard

Thursday Tweets

number one one one

counting friends is so much fun

add me, tweet, please

Soul and Soles

one more day of rain / my mood wears like wet leather / holes in soul and soles

May 2 Haiku

raining cold and slow / saturday morning coffee / jazz, canvas and smoke

Nightly Routine

last tweet before sleep / check the blog and flickr stats / who needs to count sheep

Her Hats

Hats like music hiding her face.
Melodies race
past my logic.
Ribboned magic... more

Memorial

Flowers humming soft winging songs

I tread through sounds of yesteryear

hearing voices that still belong.

Wind carries cries muffled by tears...more

Daily Haiku

passing ships align twin Staten Island ferries orange boats grey waves

birds of paradise

may a bird of paradise fly up your nose/

cursed the country western song/

hard rock on the wall/

and a one-eyed dog/

chewing the neck of your/

brand new electric guitar

To Dance Alone

Swinging on air suspended by thoughts deep

white sand beaches warming away your ice

while palms dust away your face in broad sweeps

and I contemplate if it's worth the price. ...more

All we are is all we are

And the feeling will come again, wary, alive

This day shall flee, misty before the air

And I will seek the road back, wondering why

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