Month: November 2019

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

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.

 

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© K. James Ribble

 

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