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

Life sucks then you cry

...but it's also kind of hard to be sad knowing you're so happy.

Letters On A River

Around the gates I opened fast
some letters on a river passed

through fancied worlds
of built up sand
it mattered not
what I had planned

No levees held no fix
could change the path
the letters rearranged

No matter what we might envision
the river makes its own decision

We Know Our Faces Better Than Ourselves

Home is comfortable
we know it well
and observing corners
here and there
we show and tell
We know our faces
better than ourselves

Eyes rise and eyes fall
but see no planks
inside the wall
and note no right design

so I look inward when I can
to find in balance what I am
because those things up on my shelf
I knew them better than myself