To Heal
From Another Time . . .
Adjacent In Silence
Autumn here carries
pages of caution
written across the air
In a signature of its calming breath
bordering the larks
of my own soul in
Searing creases of Light like
the aging, fallen symmetry of trees
expressed in an instance of chaos,
Willfully adjacent in silence,
piqued in the ardent smells
of limber pine, I find this
One moment of light comes to me,
as if in lonely disarray –
you see, I’ve been given notice
To a time where I cannot
escape its beauty, the simple
fact that here -above all else-
I am strewn among the
forest’s dance of incline
this falling, dying sunlight,
Tuned to a Song of Favor
A precious gift of sight
© Thespian Drummer / adjacent in silence
Orchid Blue
Rain clouds reflect a
fawn light end-of-day
shimmering in grey blue
tiled in silver
as slow winds bring
with it the breath of
a sheltered shower falling
rivulets of precious water
streaks across my window
painting abstracts of motion
choreographed by gravity
and a miner’s wind of chance
orchid blue clouds move slowly
now just above me and out of reach
lest they become a delicate fog
among a serene light
embracing the high desert warmth
in rain stopping long enough
to reveal its silence of night
dusk folding now into the
smell of rainfall, into
the arms of summer
© K. James Ribble / orchid blue
Incumbent Light
daycap of Winter sits
crowned cloudless
unarranged
everything that I am now
appears in stillness of
foresight
as January embers heave
weight to February’s
insouciant
Aire of light, uncommon celestial
angles made ecliptic and
wary
in the slanted wisps of
our candor, singing to us
terrestrial
like the tail of a comet, its
coma shouldered alluvial like
silted
light flows downstream,
fertile – and stars birthed
form
an entablature, the frieze
and valance of their glow in your eyes
© K. James Ribble / incumbent light
From the Archives
Admiration
Admiring the complexity of the moment
Sandalwood burns in an elite heaven
As distant thunder rumbles in the carnage
Like phantoms in the shadows of a dawn
Palettes of that time color the ochers
of patience with the umbers of radiance
Like the way reeds sway in a Fresh Kills estuary
Western light enhancing silhouettes of its sparkling waves
Reminiscence of this kind sets the tone for
My musings, it’s precision unmatched in forgiveness,
like Light seeks its balance in whites
awash with a blush of sunder and deep magentas –
Here
in this state I see you walking towards me
Manic in my love for you, yet tempered
in the most platonic way
Being thankful for
this kinetic moment
Here Now with you
© Thespian Drummer / Admiration
No Wrong Answers
The sum of every person
that came before me
totals to a place where
I’ve passed inward
what remains is memory
crossroads approaching
decisions made to be
imperiled by thoughts
of risk, unfolding, knowing
full well – there are no wrong answers
So I embrace the unknown
with alacrity
find splendor in its precision,
– order without presumption –
confident that, chance given,
I unyieldingly atone for this
uncertainty in the face of calm accuracy.
© Thespian Drummer / No Wrong Answers
The Sunlight of Afternoons
Bracing softly
she lays down her fine
silk hair of light
Canvas of starshine
etched in golden-silver
framed in calico blue
her shadows
lay in pin drops of rain
where answers
care not for the exodus
into highlife
nor the incongruency of . . .
Watching yourself grow
from a child to an old man –
there are seasons to our lives
new Birth and Spring the beginning
stage of this life when, as a child, you
emerge into Time with your innocence intact
And so you’ve seen yourself grow as a child
the innocence unknowingly, blissfully
unaware of the approaching Season when
summer approaches like a stalking tiger
its mouth full of solstice and saliva
awaiting it first meal of Love
It is here your innocence is shattered
as the pain of love bares its teeth,
frothing, gripping love’s first demise,
embattled heart emerging from calamity,
loves prey revealed like a cynic unconsciously
explores misanthropic derisions for life
© Thespian Drummer / The Sunlight of Afternoons
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