Octubris

The tropic breeze tempts the trees
and a receding sun
burnt and hazed
makes gaunt phantoms
of the smallest blade

The Goodness That Is Everything

the forever
hope of
seeing
impossible
differences
resolved
magnified
so many times I
can't see
anything
more than than the
tiny goodness that
is everything





thanks for helping me learn about
writing. I Love you.



I'm taking a long and much needed vacation.

The Comet

I struck a match in the dark and lit a candle to see my way.

Tom

Portrait of Tom Goldman
2010 5b Pencil

Idiom 23

The Fragile Darkness of Dawn

A delivered silence
heats new morning
air between turning
skins

the fragile darkness of
dawn otherworldly
incomplete
inward falling

marks the erosion of
night's sweet song
spectral song loving
song

as sleeping
dreams lie
with waking
dreams half closed
behind a heart's
breaking daylight

A Marble In The Pool

Clouds in the sky
driven by winds

A sudden scream
and life begins

Above What Holds Together

On a plain facet
purely natural

sitting on a smile
was everything at all

just on top of it
and opposite
held together
by itself

The Sky Opens For Us

As we know sound and
the silence around it
we memorize each
other's language

Each letter's solitude
and between each letter
the separation

we feel for the edges
and grow as warm
springs bring the sky
open

The Day's Landscape

A new morning
orbits outwards

dust paper
and ink
flesh over bone

there appears
hope even within
darkness

I can look backwards
and not wish my forest
a single leaf

Life is so much bigger than I thought it was

I wonder if today will be like tomorrow

On Hearing Voices

I've never heard a voice
but for the slow bleating heart
thumping within
the thoracic cavity