Mar 22 2006
Forged
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
March 22, 2006 9:05 PM
Made inside this fire
Hammered, forged
Glowing from within
Beaten.
Coal and billows blows
Burning brightly
Nestled in the embers
So cold.
Any old iron
Melts into something new
What I was
Is gone.
Mar 22 2006
Haikus for Yous.
Pluck the strings, my heart
Sings of Spring’s promise.
Love blooms everywhere.
Birch, slender and strong,
Sending shoots toward the sun,
Bending in the wind.
Leaves Fall at your feet.
Carpets of color guide you
To home and husband.
Wool socks, soft and warm,
Hug your feet beneath covers.
Winter’s cold forgotten.
Mar 22 2006
Green light shines in my eyes
Running down the wall in all
I call to skies
Arms reach out like trees
Stretching out into the hall
To silver seas
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
Grass grows inside my shoes
Reaching toward the silent call
From green to Blues
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
Dawn comes down to kiss my face
Dancing in the birth of All
A warm embrace
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did
[Guitar Solo – Verse only?]
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I…
Mar 22 2006
Transfigured Heart
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-9-06 3:22 PM
Carry my heart in both hands.
Walk slowly.
Sometimes it feels indestructible
but it isn’t.
Carry it all the way.
Don’t hand it off when it gets heavy.
Help me to lighten it.
Why am I afraid?
It has been bruised and broken,
torn apart, crushed.
My heart, so transfigured, still beats.
It’s rhythm a bit slower, unfamiliar,
but still my own.
Be still, my heart, and, in the silence, listen.
Hear the flutter of a thousand valves.
Each beats with scars, a history of trauma.
Why am I afraid?
I trust your hands, your heart.
Just don’t drop me again.
Mar 22 2006
A Little Seed
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-10-06 7:17 AM
The little boy in footy pajamas,
a shock of curly black hair,
curled into a tight ball on the floor,
impossibly small.
A finger moves, unfolds, and another
followed by wrist, so slowly, so slowly
so smoothly unfolding, his small form flowering.
This performance is his, and we love it.
A little seed sprouting into a flower,
his little body stretched straight,
his fingers reaching for the ceiling.
In those moments, no judgment or doubt,
just the simple joy of blossoming.
Forty years have slipped away,
the flower faded, withered.
That sweet, bright child
so full of innocence and joy,
seems distant now, barely a memory.
His loss lingers in my heart,
but I know he’s a part of
my essential self,
as close as my breathing.
Mar 22 2006
Wait
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
3/11/06 3:02 PM
Burn in amber language
Acidic sparks explode
Wonderment cracks a code
Bent by my desire
Burn the fire down
Round turns back again
Pens point and write
The brightness
Crackle snap crack
Don’t lay on my back
Look me in the eye
And say you love me.
Burn your clothes
Run naked through the grass
The sun shines on your skin
Lets begin!
Turn a phrase, a phase
Of endless expansion
Tension released
The beast slumbers
In the ashes.
In the morning
dewdrops glisten
on your eyelashes and nipples.
I wait for you to wake.
Jan 01 2006
Stain
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
© 1-1-2006 (6:58 PM)
This mysterious insect climbs my window sill,
Its mandibles clacking, searching for food.
I crush it, leaving a stain on the gray paint.
This is the way of things. Brute force wiping away
The weak. A kind of tyranny, I guess. This small creature,
Unaware of my presence, surprised at its sudden
Death.
Nov 23 2005
No Cow
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
11-23-05 @ 11:46 PM
One wonders when the unity of two divides.
The insides of an insight aren’t pretty.
This city knows no bounds.
This half human, ranting at the moon,
Evokes a taste of lye and lemon,
Burning in one’s mouth.
Oct 19 2005
Work It All Out
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This wall seems so high
And it goes on forever.
Can’t get over or, by
Hook or by crook,
Around it.
Oct 19 2005
Vanity
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.