Grey Treachery

Line of demarcation
fluffy white behind
seamless grey before
that was one week ago a bay.
Wind whips twisted patterns
quiet whispers against seamless
slippery flatness seems to beckon
come to me, my reckless
take a step.

I will not crack or shatter
suck you into silent blackness
I will not freeze you breathless
nor heal over back to seamless
trapping you beneath.

Take a step, a slip, my reckless
I am grey treachery
slide into my chilly reach.

30 January 2004

At The Edge of Tomorrow

He stands at water's edge
toes gone blue from frigid froth
gazing Westward, strains with wistful eyes
after a ship
that's sailed this little while
this endless age
ago.

My wagon rattles up behind
lumps along the stony shore; inside,
the cargo waits
fresh eager faces
turned for some sign, for some word
from me.

Out they scramble at my nod
to tug his pant legs, wrap
arms around a shaky knee, press
tender faces to his thigh, clutch
his knotted fingers in tiny fists.

Will he turn from that sad horizon?
Will he with trembling palms
caress our saltblown hair?
Join hands with us to form
a joyful circle, raise his grief-wracked
voice to join our joyful song,
our foolish song
our song of Youth and Spring?

Perhaps, perhaps.
Perhaps it is too late,
or I too distant.
Perhaps there is nothing
but to let him wait.

Alas, I have no wagon
and no delightful children
metaphoric though they be
only me, my empty hands
my open heart,
just me.

Tuck my head beneath his unresistant arm,
press into his chilly body-
does he turn, or look, or sigh?
His gaze never wavers;
here I will wait, will wait
will wait
perhaps to feel
some little movement
of his fingers on my arm.

(For John) 28 January 2004

Tiny Vision

Under the streetlamp
shadows of snowflakes
chase each other
manic fairies
flashing patterns on the fluffy surface.

26 January 2004

Winter Prints

Sun bounces bright from
powdered white
that squeaks soft beneath
my boots.

Longhaired grass pokes
through downy cover:
I shovel into nothing
a path of
rabbit tracks.

24 January 2004

Riding Blue and Orange

Rock along the tracks
precarious precipice
over a factory:
gossamer smoke
blossoms like silver flowers
from the stacks.

Dive into underground
dark swallows plastic snake
emerge with robotic whoosh and
synthetic chime.

Squawk of slow mechanics
squeaking mournful cry
soundtrack to the thump and bump
of grating gradual ascent
through concrete ribcage arches
leading from belly of the earth.

Stop-action figures form still life on the right
impatients twice propelled at left
all tip faces to oval end of tunnel
a gasp of cobalt sky
breathless stepping up and up
into that open
blue blue eye.

17 January 2004

Insomnia

Waking up alone
draw deep breath to cope
waking ache, alone
imagine you awake, I hope.

Reaching out for you
no object time or space
reaching, touching you
my breath against your face.

Come and dream with me
when I'm lonely in the night;
come and breathe with me
lift our shared soul into flight.

16 January 2004

I am the sea, constant, ever changing, stormy, deep, brimming with life and possiblities.

Opportunity

I looked out my trailer window
and in a tree
I saw my lunch.

I said,
c'mere, possum possum possum possum.

He stepped into the warm Jacuzzi
and soup was served.

P. F. Pomeroy, 12 January 2004

#17#

Sucked into crucial
vortex; cherished, stripped, spat out:
equal reaction.

5 January 2004

Restraint

With open hands
accept your subtle
cautious
gifts
not grasping

(though I'm gasping to wind my
soul around your heart like a
vine entwining love along
with life and limbs blending
breath and bodies merging
mind and skin breathless
ache and strain sweat
sliding gliding south)

savor flavor
of you
on my open
hoping
mouth.

28 December 2003


Sapphire

treasure
glowing from within
flash of blue fire brilliant
radiates.

stolen and
replaced with
paste
a brittle glassy copy;
why would I be fooled?

strange
that it was
all you:
gemstone
imitation
thief.

27 December 2003