Pretense of Dusk

From the selvages of innocence,

knowledge needing, she draws

to the edge of the sun

incised & contoured

on the periphery of time

bleached by the songs of

his longing, corbeled on

a pretense of dusk, the light

looming as she appears now in a forming

like frost patterns in glass

a geometry of fire

fractals of diamond, their stria

aligned & enflamed the way a shore

washes its stones,

a lullaby of calm [emerges]

sounding wave upon wave

from the Sipapus of life –

as he reveals love’s origins

in a plein of topiary forms

glistening in crowns of shadow

where the gloss of understanding

yearns for her evening heart

 

 

© K. James Ribble

æons Carrousel

In the delirium of time

here –   (with you)

I am

with you

on a star-bough’s ledge

of dreams

capsized

like an overture

overturned,

soft and overt

forming a

deluge of stars, we

all in æons

of conception

aligned, giving birth

to us

–   in the infinite

drone of humanity

where there is love

in the fragile sounds of light,

a carrousel of pacific blue

shown like

the sullen sun.

 

_______________________________________

© K. James Ribble

 

The Weightlessness of Stars

Around the frayed rim of time’s pocket

his hand toyed with the timing of what he saw,

the back-and-forth comforting somehow

in its precision, quiet in its simplicity,

the wind swaying the gentle fronds of her hair

collapsing the weight of his love for her

entirely into rhythm’s motion of each new wave . . .

 

The endlessness of space, he thought,

bears no witness to her

infinite beauty, the soul of

who she is – and all of it,

All but a faint memory:

 

the smell of the ocean air,

walking on this beach –

the salt on saltwater,

our meshed bodies

completing the etch of time,

a trailblaze of courage,

emotionally bound,

as a prelude to Before, watching all of it freefall

into the shelter of Now, this very moment –

 

As it goes, a momentary rift in

the rite of weighting, a revelation of distance

and connection, harbingers of what must

come to pass, unraveled without warning.

 

 

 

© K. James Ribble

The Promise of Autumn

In a bronze and lazy moment
the promise of Autumn
calls to me in wheatfield golds,
the core of her wind seeking,
speaking to me now in the
coolstream fragrance
of late summer’s exhale

an engagement unfolds
here, languid as the castglow
of her shadow, befalls
the epigram of fading time
lost in the absence of failing light
burning thoughts of you
into the pressed, soft lace of

a poised, and earth-aware grace
to which I am witness, and
again I’m found wordless in
the common man’s wonderment
the awe of sanctity noted in
this instance as you embrace my
heart in raised elevation of your love

________________________________________

© K. James Ribble

For Jason

In a pale meridian
clouds are chasing low
across the rainswept
desert floor, air as water
in plumes of ethereal white

bathed in sun’s blossom of
its plum and golden arc

it places me, waiting ,
in time
– my time ,
time-in-color from these hills
in a beige of savored light,
the relish of antiquity and
the dreams we
both honored
for ourselves

It is here in this place that I
hold you, hold you in this light
far above the listless sky
where its blues align beyond the
color of your eyes
– you – as Gift
only this universe can give

and the sun
in its blush of bloom

envelopes us both
in the love, the deepest
love
I have for you.

 

© K. James Ribble / For Jason, on his 23rd Birthday

The DNA of Us

I sought correlation forged
in simpatico inside a boundless
hostility unknown even to myself

This anger, tempered with regret
unleashed a season of the coldest winter
in the midst of Summer’s stare –

Callous, unafraid – still the words
pushed through though left dormant
inside recklessness, like time caste aside

From my own perdition, aghast in the steppe
of Reason, an agony away from internment –
Confounded by a reign of tears,

I fought a galaxy of despair unknown to me,
scraping the tomb of all that I had lost,
an escalating monument to redemption set against

A sky of rivers that lead to you, the floating
rhythm of your face, the sigh of your smile
the seconds of your breath –

I lead into you [now] before our time has come,
into an expanse of sunlight yet unspoken, castaway
inside your eyes where I become lost

Found but isomorphic to the same image
of you before my own eyes, purely captured
by our differences in sameness
across an untouched horizon of fire.

 
© K. James Ribble / 9.12.16

Passage of Time

There are times I fret
over what could have been
grieve with you over
all your losses knowing
there is no way I could ever
go back to comfort you
in those times of struggle,
easing the pain of your Heart

In the passage of time
there is this place where the
absence of your presence
defies the day ahead
shown bright against
the mountains and
it threatens me
like a ghost from an
afterlife never lived –
like a faded memory
it evaporates with the clouds
finding me alone again
in that time, without
you, just as I am now

Knowing all that you have been through
knowing the depths of your despair
wondering how I can support your healing
with the understanding that I am
I am here – right now

Please

Allow me to bring you comfort
allow me to help you heal your heart
allow me the honor of bringing you
to the place you want to start again

I’ve been embraced
by so much love from you
and your Light illumes
the crystal sky around me
with the colors of your love

 

 

© K. James Ribble

Heredity of Landscapes

Lying next to you alone,

my heartbeats create the

involuntary memory of

your skin

in a pedigree of

soft impressions

 

the touch of heredity in your

landscapes – the edge

of longevity that seeks the

insatiable, the silk alignments

in a purchase of stars –

lost,

yet found again

in the pale green acceptance

of time’s riven nature

 

and it becomes the unknowable,

undeniable, yet unendurable starmark

of a blue and innocent mantle,

placing the image of you

in an acceptance of      all that I am

in all     that I have given

up on a veil of memory

cleansed by the

clearest waters of

my love for you

 

 

© K. James Ribble

Desert Light

Desert light streaks nascent

on the snows of archival white

young beams that cannot die

lest the sun lingers any longer –

 

In the mindfulness of time

we’ve received the gift of life,

a cognizance rife with an awareness, a

clarity primed, a reality un-fettered

by the misfires of memory;

alas, the gift does not rely

on perception alone; there is no time

for such things as reminiscence

 

So I travel on my way

blissfully aware that I am

found in discovery of my own likeness,

the secondhand tick of being human

 

where the road I travel longs for the

finality of impermanence, like the

slow and lengthy misconception

that strikes the evidence as truth

 

when the god spark within me speaks

of love to the light of day

and your hands, above the chorus of dawn,

lay gently on my brow of hope.

 

 

 

© K. James Ribble

A Subtle Boldness

“Winter finds reasons

to seek kisses from the Spring

sweet flowers emerge”

 

 

Cosmos of endlessness

bears witness to your

infinite beauty, the soul of

who you are –

A subtle boldness

falls silent,

emotionally bound to

thoughts of

desert nights

Rising casual on the incline

of time

never once obliged to

the memory of the currents

blown straight through Winter to

leave the signature of who you are

 

 

© K. James Ribble