tanner brockwell

this is how the circle goes
by tanner brockwell

this is how the circle goes
the round cycle gave
what was received
returned
again
this is how the circle goes
the air i breathe
so you breathe
inhaled
again
this is how the circle goes
if you touch
in kindness
tactile
pulsing life
the warmest hug
will be there in kind
for an open heart
for an open mind
for someone there
who has the time
to say once
then say again
i was missing you
while comes the soft reply
i was missing you too

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dreams of floating
by tanner brockwell

dreams of floating
reaching
to brush the boundaries
of the luminous orbs
was this in vain
would dreams of once
occur again
would dreams slipping
towards dawn
dreams of splendor
the escapement of wonder
is it no wonder
that these deft sands
like pulling strands
have landed you
in these new lands
ex libris
in the cover page
before you could wait
on your soul
silly games
before you knew the names
lips wander
kiss of the wise
kisses dainty
on a landscape born
before words could be arranged
prototypical a form without form
so whispers are the framework
the struts and members
of soaring

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i was
by tanner brockwell

i was
the cherry blossoms
that see-sawed
in tumbling
fragrant
flagrant
upside
and down
and down
as soft as
as smooth as
the silky feel
of cool sheets
before i slept
before a dream
that was unreal
and in between
the hop stop
shudder of plunge
and floating
soar
in to the air
light as the spring
is light as the air
is fresh as can be

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the night languorous
by tanner brockwell

the night languorous
rustled as the moving pen
parchment pigment ink
drawn out in the mini movements
of thought and art and design
sketching the phosphorescent line
fading light drawing in a arc
a curve the special curve
of a spiral spun
tight loose round
lithe
the imagined design
then a remembered design
then the light dimming
fading to leave
the canvas open
and wide
receptive of each new stroke
expectant of the hue
and the colors flow
in a motion of line
the mystery of design and chance
the very happenstance
serendipitous momentous thus
all in an instant that the light
spun caught channeled and flowed
unto open weave
and see
it is light and bright and new

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morning brings sunbeams
by tanner brockwell

morning brings sunbeams
and the fleeting things
winged and faint
the trailing embers of burning dreams
flicked and soar in to the air
of imagination and strange
breath beat heart beat
pulse quick life flow
my sense of being returns
and with a gasp
i realize the bed is not empty
another form is curling next to mine
the dreams of the night before
more than a dream
are events flashing before my eyes
the liquid sense of urgency
the scents of the spent incense
which vaporous trails ignited passions
smoldering as it had been
the riesling white had hints of bubbles
sweet as tart apples perhaps
with a kiss of pears and oak
smoldering the incense trails
curled around the blue cast lights
tints that are the hue of fantasy
like the tendrils of mornings triumphant mist
the shroud of longing or wistful joy
these are all in my mind reflected illuminated
and trailing my pens pulls the molecules of pigment
across the weft of fibrous strands
indelible intractable tenuous
yet immemorial
all things reflect and shine
and shine as glints and horn
and horn and then the light has changed
my day dream is abruptly stopped
and i push upon the pedal and move
and the day is busy again

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