Cannons of Elegance

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

alchemy’s abundance

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


© Thespian Drummer

Alligate

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.


© Thespian Drummer

Bluescape of Stillness

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

Your Symbols

            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.

Evenings Hush

Tattered grey of Winter

            a nova blue stillness

in silence

presses softly

           into the underbelly

            of Spring’s awakening sigh

and the conifers, hirsute &

convivial in their denial of longer days,

            spend quiet the hush of

           peace unfurling like a song

of lightness placed nightly as

calmed the riot of evenings hush –

            there is no other audience

            in the diamond light

of star-swept kindness ministering

like the angels did so many aeras ago,

            in the wherewithal of white, as a

           resonance recoils in the spark of day

           that announces you, my sweetest love –

birds in early winter

In this constant crossfire of light

           I wept before the incline

           in the garden of feats, my own

discovery of you Across the ages –

Now the soft glass of morning light

           seeks the kindness of night

as lofty views seek the cream-grey flutter

           of birds in early winter

where morning’s caution brings

           elegance to the river-blue outline

of time passing in the moments I

           cherish in my thoughts of you

the phylum and story of these

           minutes rest softly on my

shoulders in a procession of its own density

           left to linger in this quiet mindfulness

adept like a memento’s recollection, where the

           objects of my vision and vanity are

humbled by the depth of my own awareness

           as I seek the dawn of your understanding:

assured of my rest – our time is coming

Susceptible

Walking with you in the vast open desert,

            time’s ancient blanket is spread

           like an artist’s pallet before me,

all Earth colors laid bare

            below these mesas in the canyons

           gripped in a cult of curated light by

clouds’ initiation of autumn’s morning air – the

vaporous smells of ancient lands walk with me

           on this path of stone and sand

            the marvel of sun slowly rising

stark with the afterstars of

           dawn’s glistening light

           an enervation of shadow

lifts magnificent a sublime indifference

of glowing form, the rocks of this place speaking

            in tones deep in the same saffron and sorrels            

           of your perfectly canted lips I kiss . . .

The Infancy of Light

           In a pool of vacant blue

seams of light lay lost in

sleights of coaxing gathered by

           the gambol of their movement –

            swinging daybreak to dawn in

a crossing of scarred clouds – the new-day sky

repelling soft pinks in grey reflections

           found in the suasions of morning

           [discovered in abstraction]

and I feel the inertia of awareness as

prurience – sensual and erotic – flowing

            over me in a calligraphy of smells

           of woodland tundra, this mountainous innocence

bought in emblem as an infancy of Light

held in construct bold with perpetuity –

            and find love’s banner in the evening’s reproach

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