Camille Martin



leaf’s home

 

gaze in thee

deeply

 

with its brook

its small own sky

leaf’s home were window

 

flowers touched

melt

 






bells

 

pensive wheel blithes
bees in bells unto doom
 
sundry plot needs be
who find as one has

 

 






songs

 

wild arch

less round
 
 
happy air stirs
from the image
of a lake

 






                     soft orb

 

     soft orb       scudding meek

                 gushing borne wave to stars

deeply

                        fair the pearly     while

                                 bidden amber

        clash the morrow

                                        a holy fence due

     like vapor springs

 

                        rippled

                        perishable

 

                   wooing nether

                                               and shifty story

 

 






heaven flakes

 

heaven flakes or sleeps lakes

roams and plods wide height seeking name

clear for door’s far-off thoughts

blesses rugged wheels above straggle

as now greets measured gleam’s

slow rock with breath

along falling foot from ringing evening round

 

round harvest illumines lazy music on cliffs

household sky voices blue ray

slowly traveling forth sound of early adieu

near plot’s powerless murmur

lures undeserted wood’s steep glow

joins human comes and goes

starts drowsy maddened gaze

 

each calm sloping lull

scorns glistening sleep

or stretches here and there boldly human

to upbraid over wastes

bells          pines          domes

shrivel desolate skies

 

wildly rains a sudden form

with golden burns overawed

while ancient sigh falls other minds to wave

where motion breaks a planet’s blaze

beyond bewildering snow

 

bred afar awful worlds trace the sky

wail into blue a stranger with sight

and louder they go

and hear mountains tremble to the bellowing herd

who cross in time time’s lingered frozen gulf

with humble knells seldom round its mind

 

forms guard holy flashes

connect where fields of baffled bright hoard

glance heaven’s nest of haunted light

pain still shines that human wilderness amid feet

 

glad feet press rocks

revel where marvels cheer to stray

lonely on dank sweets of shared

presence through clouds to wound

nightingales till night eyes wing

where glide blue streams

with ripening land

where new air ceases reasoning’s first dew

 

 

 






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