put on your dancing
by Tanner Brockwell
put on your dancing
where the pulse
is new
where the breath
is true
this throng
among the fallout
from the last song
lasting as if ever long
into this the new newest song
new to you to me to all we see
this motion moving more than that
the song is moving as we move to that
to this to the feel of lingering bliss
depths of winter
by Tanner Brockwell
depths of winter
many times
the depths of winter
were colder
or warmer
depends upon
the changing season
different now
feels the same
the wind whips the snow
into drifts of odd shape
with etched glyphs
the invisible hand
written with dust
blown with dust
dusted swirls whirling
the transition between
noon and midnight
blue tinged
the soaring sight
upon the world waves
sailing in the dark
clouded peaks
the sound is roaring
the pulse is pounding
this night will never end
let me tell you
by Tanner Brockwell
let me tell you
about bliss
this is simple
relax home
going home
go to that point
where you find
your centered
source of power
your power
supporting you
renewing you
a firecy furnace
glowing warmth
that kindling glow
beyond a spark
but a fiery
outburst of feeling
where what is real
is reeling lead
a line by bobbing
line that caught
and carefully
with tender thoughts
was a lesson once
or a lesson taught
tonight sleep like a rock
by Tanner Brockwell
tonight sleep like a rock
that soul deep in
where gathered shelter
is your refuge
this is your soothing
dreams that enter within
are the dream that’s in
every fiber laid flat
smooth over the surface
tingling with excitement
your dreams are welcome
and in they are that dream
deep inside inside in go
to sleep as you would
in that moment between
two potentials dusk to dawn
before you knew
by Tanner Brockwell
before you knew
before intents were true
in the blink of a tender eye
in the whisper goodnight
and dreams take thee
in the small hours between
sunset sunrise and wise
in the noted edge
that gifts are strange
tokens passed from hand
to hand can you remember
peculiar perturbations
the inward frequency vibrations
that resonate so well
there were iridescent rays
in that fabulous alien sky
clouded hoverings over celestial
bodies that unround number
eclipse thrice passed why
or how movement could be compassed
into the fantastical orrery
of imaginations or dreams
revolving in a slow majesty
The winds were bruised
by Tanner Brockwell
The winds were bruised
With the sunset tinge
Lapis lazuli and tart short
Sweet of pepper and honey
And the scent of the apple split
Twain upon the bench
Quarters of the year
Here is autumn ripe
For in the wings frost
Crouched is apt to spring
A silvery dust of crystals
Upon the leaves
Caught before sleep
They fold into themselves
The life the cycle
The air is snapped like
Dry twigs upon the ground
There’s a clearing raze
The kindled days
Floating sparks are in the air
instead of names
by Tanner Brockwell
instead of names
nouns or that casual
flow of words
lasting moments or seconds
around the better
grounded like stately oaks
rippled by the summers air
about this base the bark
next to the sweet earth
take a moment to breathe
exhale and breathe
down into the depth
exhale again your unconscious
learned the moment you first
intimated that moment that
curiously you realized
instead of breathing air
outside the air breathed you
uninterrupted unencumbered
so softly be
discern as truth
by Tanner Brockwell
discern as truth
revelatory
experiential
the totem lifted
towards a welcome sky
well be it
with satisfaction
burst as boreas
on the scene
chill yet strong
wrapped in the fibers
topped with the blue iridescent
marked above others
above this swarming fray
emissaries from higher planes
traveled the graduated step
down we go
down among the pulse of life
the quick of step
the up do and through of a room
gazed upon by the astral
a projection of the eternal
an avatar of being
relinquish old modes
release the potential that is
as experience flows
mold what will be in
will be for
the slow turn and flow
of universal actions
pinpointed as
is beyond and here
pull the immensity inside
feel the energy swelling
and the excitement course
through the veins
through your view
of a livelier time
because energy is
let it rain
by Tanner Brockwell
with no reserve
no hesitation
the lowering clouds
are fit with moisture
leaves tremble in a breeze
the vibratory experience
heavy as a deep breath
exhaled across the trees
a very simulty of sky
and leaves and see
the air is palpable
ecstatic
the pent up energies
the elements contained
momentous capricious
held in stasis for
that very instant that
transpires within
transformed by climate
or this state
or that way
or the transition of
imperceptible static
orchestrated
upon softened skin
the warm glow
as the sunken orb
of low sun dusks
waning horizon
filled with the amber
of a sweet taste
honeysuckle
is a vibrant perfume
wafting among the limbs
trailing the brush
tending to the mown lawn
spread across the view
there is an energizing
matron mystic gallant
soar for once for
twice cries welled flow
these thrice sublime
straddling the noon dusk
where the evening musk
scented low in valley clings
wild things amongst the wild