Thespian Drummer

I’m being set up:
Gravity has lost its meaning-
The cat, amused by nothing,
Now takes real interest in me.

My neighbors emit cordiality
On the off-chance I may say hello
Where, beyond my window, aches the
Pequannock sighing an urban breath;

Exhaling its sorrow for the day,
Winding a lazy path to calm waters
Like my own voice as it transports
The upwinds of my collective breathing

To a voicing of What Is -in this moment-
Rather than What Was. . .
As the cat, defying gravity, leaps into my lap,
An effortless motion like the sparrows now
Outside my window
Singing resolute melodies of warmer days.

© K. James Ribble

It’s just like a ladyship knowing they’ll never die
Awoken by dreams scattered across her bed
The filtered excess of thought-in-motion revealing
All that remains of memory long faded by waking

Even now I cannot divulge what’s left to write
In that I may substantiate that lost vision just
For you so that it may reveal a conscious moment
Too lingering for it to become lost along the day

This urge this uncommon urge to want to know
Seeking deep access to what I cannot see inside
A realm all too real for interpretation of words
Yet catching all cataclysm of doubts lingering

Longer than my mind can unhide before they’re
Gone into the fray of a day’s motions in art form
Those unknown, unfettered bastions of grace
Lifting me up propping me against the wall of dreams

Returning me to you

Again.
© K. James Ribble

The dinner table has been set
All the guests have arrived on time
All gathering in the anteroom
In a minute we’ll hear the chimes

Before this night is over
And the glistening caste is die
A magnificent truth shall be revealed
In the conceptual blink of an eye

We dine by the banks of a river
Caught surrounded by the wind
Fully embraced like an innocent child’s
Mother whose womb is next of kin

The Evening hosts the land of the river
It’s beckoning makes no doubt
All the guests surfeit without an answer
Understanding what we cannot mount

We smell the city river water
Sweet aroma of the stream
The sunlight dances all around me
And I hear summer wind in the leaves

© K. James Ribble

Setting larger-than-life diversions
Into play – a clandestine motion
We both knew was life changing

The Light of a look beyond my view
Inside my own soul of mission above a life
Catastrophic geography cannot bear

The newborn symbols of my years on earth
All standing on the sands of a time I cannot change
Nor grasp, just out of reach – to each man

Children of their own generations through time
As decades of lost words escape the edge of winter
A season inside me so cold yet memory survives its grip

A slow and uneven pace like a stream
That starts and stops as the days get
Longer then rushes to its ocean

Where I’ve been alongside people who
Matter to me assembled in the breadth and
Depth of my hearts ache to tell their

Spring is here now in the North:
A vast and limitless world of possibility
Unfolds like the cherry tree outside my window