TO LINGER By Bob Paris

This hank of life that waits on none

More than a glance shimmered across

Wire and coupling that hold a heart such

As mine together along switchback trails

Into clouds that ring mountaintop and down

Among volcanic coolness held in a whispered

Fault line that bears no image of fault

Or reason or impulse or single explanation

Nor belief nor doors flung open by wind

Made visible and haunting inside

Swirls round to find a mind unstilled

By steady race of pulse and blood and light

And pause in which to linger

TO LINGER

By Bob Paris © 8.25.2015

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)

A golden day sings me

Sweet surrender and thus

It is in my nature to answer

Each call in kind

So I say to the trees

How are you today

And they reply that they are just fine

Ta sure ta very much and so

The sun falls on my neck and I move

My chaise lounge over to the shade

Of a fully flowered lilac

That has grown toward the south

Over so many years

And years

Sweet melody grand symphony

The fat robin sings ore there yonder

Ruby throat fleeting wing

A swarm floats through

Of hummingbirds like jets over

The place my dreams singled out for me

As a boy with his head

On a late springtime pillow

Plotting paradise in the bows of

An everlasting infinite heart

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)

Sea of Tranquility by Bob Paris

You ask through rolling tears of both joy and loss

Does time exist at all these single millisecond jolts

And I respond that I will tell you in a moment

Because I’ll be that much older and hopefully

Wise against a tide that pulls me toward the

Sea of Tranquility

There upon that moon which has followed me and you

And all of us bound together

Throughout each breath and every heartbeat and prayer

Thousand upon million upon infinity

So that we might greet this New Blossomed Year

With a hope that

Love shadows each day with brilliantine lumens

That comfort strokes each nighttime dreamscape even in day

With gentle rocking pulse and lips pressed against the odds

Ahead around against and before and tomorrow and always

Sea of Tranquility, New Year’s Day 2015 © Bob Paris all rights reserved

ELUSIVE by Bob Paris 9.24.2014 © all rights reserved

Them millions of lights flick elusive

For here my gut feelings reveal

An orbit pulsed through

By a sure thing

Won’t wriggle away as an eel

Yeah that’s right

You read right

A glittering shimmering electrified eel

That million gazillion megawatt eel

Glides over the brim of us worldly

Deep under the waters in there

And I can see tail flick and vanish

As a whisper trails an echo

Which leads me to wonder

And ponder

And wonder In ragged and curlicue loops

Which is it what is it

This life we be sweating E

ach movement each gesture

A fret or bloodletting

Be it heaven or hell

Or a purgative wash

All over our bodies

Away down that gulch

Does it matter at all

Will it flick yet a jot

There it is there it goes

As the eons do tumble

Here we go yet again

Do discuss
ELUSIVE by Bob Paris 9.24.2014 © all rights reserved

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014

This midnight realm above

Like scattered diamonds

Tossed by a reckless goddess

Over a departing shoulder

Burnt by late summer sun

To fall hither skither

On that rumpled bedspread

Of black

Velvet

That we call this night sky

Around these alien parts

Forever separated

Forever together

Where Apollo fleets

And Diana quivers

Down to the underworld of Pluto

And away to the far reaches of Aries

Of always and beyond

Under the stern and squinted gaze

Of

Remind me

Again

I forgot which day this is

It happens

Which era

Which lamb are we to slaughter

What alms shall be offered

In deference to pregnant thunder

To threat of everlasting retribution

Avert the flame alighted

This ripened fruit that bursts upon

An exacted altar

What song doth please

The ever shifting realm

Which passage true

Which false

No matter

For above me spreads a diamond scattered

Rumpled cloth

Black velvet yet a moment

Then peach and violet at each edge

Then spectral

And my heart beats on

As does yours my darling

As does yours 

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014 all rights reserved