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Admiration

Admiring the complexity of the moment
Sandalwood burns in an elite heaven
As distant thunder rumbles in the carnage

Like phantoms in the shadows of a dawn
Palettes of that time color the ochers
of patience with the umbers of radiance

Like the way reeds sway in a Fresh Kills estuary
Western light enhancing silhouettes of its sparkling waves
Reminiscence of this kind sets the tone for

My musings, it’s precision unmatched in forgiveness,
like Light seeks its balance in whites
awash with a blush of sunder and deep magentas –

Here

in this state I see you walking towards me
Manic in my love for you, yet tempered
in the most platonic way

Being thankful for
this kinetic moment
Here Now with you

© Thespian Drummer / Admiration

No Wrong Answers

The sum of every person
that came before me
totals to a place where
I’ve passed inward
what remains is memory
crossroads approaching
decisions made to be
imperiled by thoughts
of risk, unfolding, knowing
full well – there are no wrong answers
So I embrace the unknown
with alacrity
find splendor in its precision,
– order without presumption –
confident that, chance given,
I unyieldingly atone for this
uncertainty in the face of calm accuracy.

© Thespian Drummer / No Wrong Answers

The Sunlight of Afternoons

Bracing softly
she lays down her fine
silk hair of light
Canvas of starshine
etched in golden-silver
framed in calico blue
her shadows
lay in pin drops of rain
where answers
care not for the exodus
into highlife
nor the incongruency of . . .

Watching yourself grow
from a child to an old man –

there are seasons to our lives
new Birth and Spring the beginning

stage of this life when, as a child, you
emerge into Time with your innocence intact

And so you’ve seen yourself grow as a child
the innocence unknowingly, blissfully

unaware of the approaching Season when
summer approaches like a stalking tiger

its mouth full of solstice and saliva
awaiting it first meal of Love

It is here your innocence is shattered
as the pain of love bares its teeth,

frothing, gripping love’s first demise,
embattled heart emerging from calamity,

loves prey revealed like a cynic unconsciously
explores misanthropic derisions for life

© Thespian Drummer / The Sunlight of Afternoons

The Warmth of Your Touch

To have
Even one moment with you,
Winsome as the daylight in your eyes
To Stand
In elegance of your sway
On my heart, the allure of anticipation
In your breath,
Ravished by the warmth of your touch,
The stargaze of your look emblazoned
Lustrous
Above the burnished glow of our story,
Tales of you and I, charmed beyond
The incantation
Of Starlight thrust by your heart of allure
Its pull emboldened with so much love . . .
I am yours
For millennia, for every epoch unequalled
By the birth of our souls, before the spark of life
Took luminescence
Where, beyond this realm, we live in Essence
In the pure, unbounded light of you –

© K. James Ribble / The Warmth of Your Touch

Your Face

The song of your face has played
Long before I ever knew you

Voiced by the warmth of your eyes
A Canon, two Oscines singing

Of mornings bright with evergreen
Rendering the notes antebellum:

Aloft above the birth of my heart,
A palace to the camber of your look

You took to writing the passage
For each note a Message –

Scoring the light of choice
Again the loving tableau of you

Composed by your voice of color
Sweet modulate, a tempo of rhythm

Your smile a sensuous renaissance to
The Evening you’ve just performed.

© K. James Ribble