Imaginings Poems
a dance between skies
by Rikske Kessner
Something unseen lingers above,
casting veils over the paths we tread.
Each fleeting breath connects us —
to the floating skies beyond,
to whispers weaving within.
Between beginnings and endings,
the now unfolds, echoing softly.
Each dawn opens like a wandering tide,
carrying fragments of yesterdays,
......
A Little Traveling Music
by Betsy Sholl
Like its first three notes, rising to beg
for a fourth, then a fifth, a song does not lie
down inside of nothing. And though a rock
may look complete, it's got a history, it's still
midway between cause and effect. Chuck it
into a pond, and a whole chain of actions
sets off weed slime and bottom silk, redirecting
the traffic of fish. Still it's hard to keep in mind
that we come from elsewhere, from stars, rocks,
......
a dance between skies
by Rikske Kessner
Something unseen lingers above,
casting veils over the paths we tread.
Each fleeting breath connects us —
to the floating skies beyond,
to whispers weaving within.
Between beginnings and endings,
the now unfolds, echoing softly.
Each dawn opens like a wandering tide,
carrying fragments of yesterdays,
......
A Little Traveling Music
by Betsy Sholl
Like its first three notes, rising to beg
for a fourth, then a fifth, a song does not lie
down inside of nothing. And though a rock
may look complete, it's got a history, it's still
midway between cause and effect. Chuck it
into a pond, and a whole chain of actions
sets off weed slime and bottom silk, redirecting
the traffic of fish. Still it's hard to keep in mind
that we come from elsewhere, from stars, rocks,
......
