The Passing and the Keeping

I fully realize that my hiatus from blogging may have taken a toll on my already small readership, but I've never really believed in saving the good stuff for the times that people will read it. The idea of strange alcoves tucked away in confusing libraries, containing mysteries or beautiful things, more valuable for the rarity of their discovery, anachronisms, unchallenged because of their anonymity. This idea has always fascinated me. The internet is not such a place, by its very intransience it corrupted itself too early for the chance of any natural structure to evolve. While certain forms are constanly being imposed on it, with the hope that they will somehow come to define it or tame it, this is a vain hope, it is a wild and unruly beast. Not a good one either. And yet... There are so many possibilities, so many opportunities latent in its form. Anyways, I originally intended to post something that I wrote very methodically, and thus far it has just been ramblings, so here's something that I wrote recently that I kindof like.
Pipe Smoking Professor

Keep a Magic for the Passing

The held back light, readied
in busy anticipation for the long shadows.
Its touch brings shades like Midas
yet softer and poorer still,
hints of burnt oranges emboss themselves,
impressed on seldom lit trunks
by beams that boast a rarer vintage

On some far hill the shadows spike,
intruding like a doctor for a sick relative
and soon, on the edge of abrasive pine,
the sky will spill its life
the ineffectual letting of blood

But we do not mourn
for what has not passed.
We regale in the lime verdance
in clasped hands keep finches and frogs
The season is late in leaving,
the sun delayed in falling,
a hum of static enchantment
scarcely allows a shallow breath
so we capture rays like earthy totems,
aware of their magic,
readying them for the soon enough