A Week of Roses

A Week of Roses

For a full week the yellow roses opened

Now as you fly to the Pacific the roses

Begin to sag to show you are gone

That the cold cold January week is done

That I am here in our spacious home

Without you

Our time of transition these delicate flowers

Our house full of treasured art sacred crafts

Has no destiny no one on whom we can bestow

Gifts that help us free ourselves to fly 

As you are flying now to a distant Island

Together

The patterned Acoma pot the blue crystal bowl
Seven Buddhas await our choice of 
What to hold onto what to let go

For letting go is what we must do to reach our new life

Away from the stress of this Southern city iced

Away from the meaningless routines of the past

To a new harmony

Near to the sea you and I shall find our  garden

Where the yellow pink-tipped roses of our love 

Will bloom will thrive

 Yellow Rose photos by Jack for Dar

January 30, 2010

Ode to a Pataphor

Chess piece from

Wikipedia

Ode to a Pataphor

You are as sweet as petits fours

Melting in the mouth
What better way to say

What cannot be said than

To Taste the imagined chaos

You Serve up

Knight takes bishop

So much for horsing around

Now out of the horse's mouth

A song sweet as a lullaby

To lull away the boardum  of

Pawn spawn

--Jack, 1/6/10

Petits Fours
Wikipedia

Blue Moon

Hear the sound of coquis: (click)

photo courtesy of wildhorizons.com

Blue Moon

How cold it is Deep South

Where I miss you on your

Big Island paradise

Under the Blue Moon of

New Years Eve

Last occurring
Nineteen years ago as it shone on

Our first deep kiss

Alone blanketed I dream of

A Wolf at the screen door

Stairs that won't go up to you

I awake

And dream of your return to me

Your coqui frog crying out 

All night

All night

--Jack, 1/1/10
For Dar