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cold heart

Posted on June 8, 2016 at 5:25 PM Comments comments (0)

as far as i know,

nobody announced that today the hearts

of mankind

should turn cold again.

it seems that this was the message

that people received this morning,

upon awakening

into this beautiful, rich world.


whoever is spreading this message,

please stop.

stop and consider

how much better it would be

to shout the message,

"Ignite your hearts! Set them on fire!!"



derbeh - june 2016



Density

Posted on January 30, 2014 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (0)

it's a tug of war

in the sky tonight.

a game of hide and seek,

a time of deep breathing.


when air is dense,

like grey syrup,

i step onto the shore

and walk in the dew-wetted sand.


there is a feel

to the air,

inside my lungs,

as i gulp great giant gasps...


this liquid air, so soft,

like clouds inside me.

the feel of new-lamb-soft-silken

wool. i found God in vapor.


so odd a dry-desert-child

would grow to be such

friends with earth-end dampness - 

as it rolls on cotton wheels in from 

the sea.


dv  jan 2014


sky

Posted on August 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

i looked at the sky

today

and became a child.

once again, with my crayons in hand,

trying hard to stay

within the lines,

i closed my eyes,

and with disastrous lack of care,

chose outrageous colors

and began to paint.

in front of my closed eyes,

there appeared washes

of melted colors,

blending, contrasting, complementing

the other colors.


my fingers dripped

colors

of hot 

sky-waxy tint.


how often i've looked at the sky

and wanted to paint again and again,

until the grey gesso

of background blanket had washed away,

but how seldom i can find

that box of colors.


so, in these years,

i don't look for that box 

to cover the sky,

i simply wait

and keep my eyes

at sundown, 

turned to the west.

it is there that i hope

for my vision to break

through the grey of sea.

what wonderful sights

await beyond the mist.

come, colors,

and destroy my grey

and alight my dreams with your 

beautiful

bright

hue.


dv 8 3 13



A Month to Grieve

Posted on October 9, 2012 at 11:00 PM Comments comments (1)

i had to have

a month 

to grieve.

wild things,

calm things,

my things -

each taken 

away.

it has been a year 

of pain -

of hurt -

of loss.


my heart one day

ran away.


she hid beneath

the hedge.

sighing, weeping.


there was no feeling

for a month.


and then 

it came to me -

like the scent of

fresh-peeled orange

on a warm 

summer wind.


my heart!

as i sat beneth

the cedar,

i watched the

tears throw

outward into the dark

and pass beyond

vast distant stars -


i melted into my earth,

pulled vines over my eyes,

and slept.

and slept - 

for a month of heart-grieving,

and an eternity 

of dreams.


derb for 9/11 (10/9/12)