Looking for Voice

white noise, and liquid lavender light
slates of ice slipping, for the love of travel
seeking that which comes in sleep
fragments of lessor years beseeching
tandem tell-tale memories
phases of phantasmagoria hurling
SOS signals of unreal warnings
dimming radar spectrograms
while only partial sleep comes
for the listener who sits
and quietly dances to the unheard notes
in time’s regions
random cards are drawn from the
deck of the sea flights,
bounties acquired in fantasy
tokens of disregard and brightenings
on a pathless pavement of forgetting
joined to neither indigo or pale
the center invisible to sight
unseeded seeds waited patiently
the Astrologer notes the good time
to look at reasons and rhythmic beats
experiences, products, artifacts, words,
feelings, and impressions regularly spawned
speak you's inclinations
the darkness and dawns,
of Inanna and sisters of the moon
the speak of throat chakras hailing
and other centers aloof
mercurial legends and hermaphrodite longings
linger in-between letters
yang rising, sometimes,
and occasional yawnings
a prank here and a
serious note floating in mid-air,
memories surfacing and
emotions wearing thin,
delight does a belly dance
while parrot sermons stop scribing
child-like allusions craft pottery
beyond the eddy of recognitions
where a walking wall brings hands
for transfiguratives.

Vashti (c) 2007

Midnight Blueprints

She used to study interior design.
Colors and textures, emerged,
meandered and motivated her eye.

Polished marble fireplaces
calculated wall spaces, angled
to seat those needing relief
from the chills of life.

Ebony bath styles, trimmed
in gold, invited aquatic delight,
their shine attracting without
mosaic imagery slaughtering
imaginable possibilities.

Lines, contours and gradations
were the creative source.
Points of departure and arrivals,
followed with intent to capture,
color, calm and delight dwellers
and visitors, human psyche’s
and emotional tides.

Inanimate they think,
yet move they did into internal
environmental halls, performing
their scenes with color schemes.
What red said and crimson mentioned
made orange reach for dimensional
recoveries, while olive discovered
relational patterns and indigo
shadowed matter.

The mind was couched and floored,
awed and absorbed in crafted metaphors.



Vashti (c) 2007