::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, November 21, 2009


i watch
the fog roll off the lake
and over the city until i am
surrounded by its thick, cold dampness
before i step into the unknown.

the darkness of winter
mornings, chill, early,
before the city awakes

allows for meditation.

i find myself--in the darkness of winter mornings.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Elisesofia’s Vengence

love escapes from her veins 
warm and flowing as her face pales in the darkness.  
her breath shallow she gives her life to regain his.
he lies unknowing in the dark.  
body wrought with scars.  
he screamed for days 
and just as his voice ran out she gave him breath again.
by the sight of her, 
limp and cold now before him, his child in her arms.  
The Gods tremble at his rage 
and his purpose is realized 
as he cradles the infant she gave him.  

Saturday, November 7, 2009

remnant of Love

dim light illuminates her,
standing naked once more, proud.
shivering as cool air
passes over pale skin
that now swells to reveal new growth
the last remnant of Love.

she shakes away the single tear and stands, strong.
to walks back into the deep comfort of the forest.

rain falls quietly in the night, again
and she runs, wildly in the dark
carrying the child born to destiny,
with spite following just behind

crossing through the waters
she hands the child to the trees
and turns, facing spite

from the trees emerge the few
who still believe in Love's remnant,
and without a word they stand to fight.