INTERSECTION...

Intersection

At the intersection

of color and light

there is no interaction

between black and white

subtle colors appear in sight

like blooming flowers

in a field of light

that grow beneath Springtime showers

Shadows grey become trapped

by confining window screens

they linger between shutter gaps

like specters exposed to random breezes

and when light floods through windows

it spreads colors full of beauty

shocking our awareness with neural blows

while inherent whiteness shades reality

At the intersection 

of black and white

the divide encourages isolation

that sequesters color from the light

humanity savors life full of color

and when color and light intersect

it brings reality somewhat closer

to be universally absorbed without regret

Neuronal Synaptic Buffet...

Neuronal Synaptic Buffet

When half-baked thoughts surface

from random connections that worm 

through the caverns of mindful purpose

I muse endlessly at opportunity spurned

Waterfalls that will never rise again

once their purpose is realized

they continue their cycles of energy spent

while pleasing the observing eye

The railway station was ever so still

as her worn face grew farther

words that lingered on my lips will

forever remain unheard by my mother

You drew a circle in the sand

'Twas large enough for two

Then, you took her by the hand

but she refused to step in with you

Travellers in splendid foreign places

breathe in the sweet-smelling air

painted ceilings endure prolonged gazes

while silent saints look down and stare

The beast is full of fury and fear

It charges a beautiful man

his red cape snaps in the dusty air

while his hidden steel penetrates for cheering fans

Roads made of water surrounds tourists

narrow alleys where gondolas travel

on the invading sea that persists

will Venice cease to be a world marvel

Glacial ice retreats in slow motion

a cycle ever so long 

to be noticed by current civilizations

that refuses to acknowledge a force that strong

Hold on to your dreams

they contain your future reality

nurture them with every mean

and they will set you free

 

Without Purpose.....

 Without Purpose

There is no dust on ocean surf

sun glint sparkling on watery hills

reveal embodied energy waiting to hurt

those riding folding curls never still

When he was a younger man

lacking purpose and living day to day

he played and loved on golden sand

gliding on waves by the boardwalk quay

Windswept foam ripped from waves curly

flew from misty emerald swells

that cooled his youthful frame on mornings early

as he rode fluid energy fast and well

Sunbeams stabbing down from clear skies

were quickly swallowed by grey blue fissures

that broke over hidden sand bars

and he became one with the collapsing structure

The actuality of his movements impossible

took him to extremes in the sea

when his body was most supple

and his brain concocted high-minded poetry

He was at peace in the surfs' bridging sounds

that soothed his life in the crashing waters

and when no one was around

alone never felt any better

Contentment resided in sunny morns

the fruits of existence hung low

easily picked and enjoyed during the storm

even as there was no purpose to show

Yes, there is no dirt in soothing surf

only salty mist on watery hills

that sting the eye and cause some hurt

'Tis a small price to pay for some therapeutic chill