wip...

basking in the
warmth and glow
of the simple thought
of your soul and spirit

the only you i know
the construct of you
    my construct
scaffolded in my
head and heart 
may be just the
you i wish you were

or... the only you
you let me see
thus far... 

shadowy perspective

in the shadows
the sun never cast
shadows we rarely
sense or see

we see many
exclaiming 
holier than thou 
in pious purity
yet living lurky 
in the clarity
that's a misty 
gray relativity 
of a betwixt
that's neither this
nor purely that

and us?
we are moving 
in opposite 
directions...
    on a line or
    on a circle?

listening to hachig

listening to only
your armenian
offerings
    shivali over
    and again 
    your govand
    and daldala
our kiughagan bars
these natural airs
our highland ayres
and noble peasantry 
centered, grounded, 
and rooted in
an idyllic past 
that only music 
keeps best alive

and now...
your essence 
your best
a soft and
soaring lament
a taksim 
timeless in
timelessness
carrying us
to our lost lands
on your reedy breaths
almost covering 
the holes 
    in our hearts
    our livers and
    our collective
    souls
 

pen in hand

  

this day
a glorious day
the end of summer
the beginning of fall 
a wonderful day
that that that feels
like a beginning
of something,,,

maybe an hour
a wee stay-cation
basking in the sun
music going 
my own backyard
poetic thoughts 
meandering about
the usual crevices
good places all
this glorious day 

a seasonal inflection point

i wanted to write a poem
on this lovely summer eve
a cool clear night to dream
to muse, think, and reflect 

i wanted to write a poem
not like this one, something
profound and long buried 
deep inside my very being
inside all of us, everyone
something that came with 
each of us to this incarnation
something... we long forgot

i wanted to write that poem
but the night is too clear
the air and aura too sweet 
and the buzzing warble
of cicadas brought me 
to this poem that i did write

september 9, 2026
 

a smooth summer eve

a soft august twilight
cigar smoke and 
fairuz swirling about
the air around me

    a commuter train
    and a jet droning
    not quite in tune
    slowly giving way
    to the hum of cicadas

surveying the lush green
the quarter moon glowing
above the treeline
an aura of contentemplation

a peaceful moment
in my own garden
a moment of peace
that momentary 
inflective peace 
i wish could be 
shared with 
those 
i love

august 17, 2026

etude in abstraction

living on this digital sea 
with this analog mindset
holding a magnetic compass
and no gps or sextant
unnavigably drifting to
where the ether currents

you make it look so easy
gracefully swaying to your
own natural eloquent sashay
camouflaging your major fears
and deepset desires

it all sounds so improbable
bordering on the ludicrous
a complete mismatching 
of what we each want
or think we want