This House Here

I will build a doorway
Out of the past, out of earth,
So the sky might be heaven.
I can give up the mountain,
But not the way home.

The path from New Hampshire to Boston,
Not along the highway,
Through the woods, the crystal water north,
The campfire when I needed it,
The morning sky full of stars,
That special darkness where fireflies remember,
One hand, one at a time,
To get me back when I get myself lost…
These are mine, even when I turn my back.

I will build a window
For the evening sky
From the ashes of tomorrow
To beguile the moment.

Each moment is still mine
And I am still of that moment.
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One Echo at a Time.

No words in the hole
No time for return
Windmills, Easter, cages of stone
Making order last after the last order.

Time to yes the no to sufficiency -
Plant roots deep by the lake -
Make energy lie down -
Repeat repeat
Until it repeats itself.

I heard the wings silence themselves,
The myths in full retreat.
I heard the ocean waning with the moon
Before the rainbows rose.
Gold in the mountains, silver in my brain
The alabaster staircase led nowhere again.

One magic spell for the morning –
One to cast the shadows out –
One in the evening when the dark wind dies down.
All three when the need occurs –
Like yesterday, today and tomorrow.

I will not bleed. I will
Not bleed. I will not bleed
Until cut.

Peter, I enjoyed these, especially "This House Here".

Les

Thanks, Les

They are sort of a trace of how I am feeling these days.

Peter

I love you creation, every line was so meaningful. Who or what is your inspiration in writing that kind of poem.

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"That special darkness where fireflies remember"

Good line in a good poem.

Joe

Thanks for commenting, secretmae and joe.

Secretmae, I write poems because I'm working on understanding my experience. Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't. I do like it when other people can get into these things.

amo et avanti,

Peter

To beguile the moment --- i adore this phrase! you can build so much around this line.

Rosela,

You are welcome to take any line of my out of my poem into your own.

amo,

Peter