Author: Thespian Drummer

In a choral of silence
          there are notions –
          notions of Love
where the clouds give way
          to light
          founded in the breath
of your gaze …
          cadenced & sun-stroked
          by the poverty of time
where all stars
          congregate in the teal
          evergreen of your eyes,
it is here the Summer ends
          in the ageless eyes of my tears,
          its canopy of virility
crossing time’s shadows
          in a coverup of touch
          lending its light in a
fluorescence of Forever
          like the soft panorama
          of your skin upon my lips …

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© Thespian Drummer

The sky
in its liquid blue moisture
permeates my being –
most of autumn and all
of summer rings the air of snow
and rain, rendering the landscape
soft yet modeled by the sun
it is like
this memory of my
own voice listed in the
afterthoughts of the day –
with this setting sun as light,
Sandia golds and raw umbers
scar the desert in its rays

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© Thespian Drummer

The sun as Golden Orb

           blanched clean by western smog

           crepes the light in its angle

shone crimson in blues

turquois in chameau

           a calypso of sorbet

            and asks me,

“where do you come from?

where are you going?  I’d love to hear

 your story, tell me everything –

 It’s not that I don’t know you

It’s just that I don’t see you

as you see yourself —

know that you can find me,

I am everywhere, especially here,

now with all of nature around us

bound by no thing

and no one, like

A fall leaf in the fog

of Autumn’s emergence

casts its fallen doubt

           as water ripples

           // the briefest moment //

a symbol of its life

forming final a time,

           callous

           in its finality,

only to give us sleep

           in the blare of Winter

           the length for which

           we – “

you can hear them now,

           in the light waves

           like ripples of the leaf.

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© Thespian Drummer

I sing now in a key

           of awe and lament

           in this moment singing

Songs of memory released

and unencumbered by time

           parsing through me as I

           love in the face of loss,

in twilight never known

piqued from the fount of a

           simple look you dreamt my way

           dreams of past lives

they come in absolutions

           and the reckoning of wonder

           where I speak now in a language

I cannot articulate

where we exist in an absence of time

           of quiet, of peace and an overwhelming

           sense of gratitude edged in

the twilight of miracle

Like seeing the reflection of timelessness

seep through the sky’s canvas of blue

— from a lake’s alpine mirror —

           revealing: I am flayed

                       among the stars and their kin

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© K.James Ribble

To the touch of your skin

            the summer winds

            become inspired music

                        to an endless realm

of Autumn dreams

In each movement of your hair,

            within the same breeze there

            accumulate the songs and

Choreography of birds dancing . . .

In your eyes

            there begins the

            soft notes of a daylight

            that engenders the Life Force

                        of every living thing

The delicate sound of your voice

            recalls the colors of an ocean

                        yet discovered in tropics

                        never sailed before

Yet the tone and timbre of

            your songs reflect

                        the umbrage of thunder

                        and all its majestic power

I am discovered and found within you

            ever present

            in my love for you

Quietly fond yet mystified by your

            regard for all that I am

            Humbled by your gaze

            Relinquished to you smile

            Surrendered to your

limitless kindness and Love

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© K. James Ribble

The mountains

            like Soviet tenements

rest at the feet

            of the gods

the tundra lost

            in magnificent scale

at the Coast of Virtue’s venue,

            when we left the Caspian

Evergreens joust with blue,

            like time lost in parry

(movement and place)

            far too lofty among the trees

where colors cast in love’s projection,

            two and three meters of snow

cannot touch these somber skies

Inescapable candor, like

            a hornet’s nest in July

reminds me, before the folly,

            of remnant clouds as

love always takes precedence

            in the sunlit elevation of you:

A cannon of elegance

            in imprints of your love

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© Thespian Drummer

Your abundance tastes like mangoes
allows the awe of allusions’ light

form the salts of oleaginous metaphors
from the look of your distant gaze

like a casual glance of a gazelle now
before the pride as they stalk their prey,

who would have known such passion
thrown to the winds of a simple

notion, can cast the spell of a shadow?
caught in the alchemy of your presence

I slip dawn’s love carefully across your lips

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© Thespian Drummer

the sweetest calmness

            forms over me

seeing you here

            now, before me

listening to the music

            of your eyes

imposed against the blue,

            blue summer night

aloft on tethered wings

            I take flight

every time you smile

            swim the waters warm

formed by the fragrance

            of time’s miracle

now here with you

            enflamed with colors

that watch the curvature

            of your radiance

take me to a place

            your heart unfolds

            as I am

bound to you.

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© Thespian Drummer

As the wind,
in its soundless
bluescape of stillness,
flutters leaves in an
endless cascade of smells

the meadow’s grassleaf,
fragrant in its peaceful
countenance of poise,
shorn by my embrace of
a yellow-candled sun

so mixed with Spring’s
rout of gracious blue
in the rush of pines
around me blushed
in azure-true abundance

so immersed am I in your love
in the passion of your
meadows this open Place
in homage to your infinite
thrush of life held in time

-even for a moment-
you are countless

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© K. James Ribble

            In a stolen glimpse

            of sun

a momentary place

in the quiet voice

            of Time tapering,

A crescent moon descends

like a subtle calculation

of kindness

in stars –

            and the horizon,

like the cloudless sky,

plies the night in

a great arc

            an involuntary urge

            of earth’s visionary

presence shown

            captious

as the shrewd and

altered Light,

            the trace of your love.