Tuesday, 15 September 2015

HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Photo ©Bob Paris 1996 all rights reserved
Shall glory be cut along this wind
That is but unquenched inside a thirst
For the eye that seizes a glimpse
Of what not the beating heart might see
On a mirror set dark and marching to
A bagpipe and snare-drum tune wailing
Toward what or where or how or when
Might draw a billow of pure undying light
And song and mirth and melancholy smiles
On that branch that was but yesterday
A bud so overfilled by promise
Bucked up upon this wind

HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

TO LINGER By Bob Paris

This hank of life that waits on none
More than a glance shimmered across
Wire and coupling that hold a heart such
As mine together along switchback trails
Into clouds that ring mountaintop and down
Among volcanic coolness held in a whispered
Fault line that bears no image of fault
Or reason or impulse or single explanation
Nor belief nor doors flung open by wind
Made visible and haunting inside
Swirls round to find a mind unstilled
By steady race of pulse and blood and light
And pause in which to linger

By Bob Paris © 8.25.2015

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Dog Days

The day was bright and dry. July landed early and hard. So it seems. Clean light on sun-bleached grass. The world feels thirsty. Already I miss my firth of forth fall.

(Thoughts gathered out on the back deck, paused while reading THE DOG by Joseph O’Neill (hilarious, deep, timely) as I’m watched over by my own keen here-and-now dog (who wants me to join him in the yard for some fetch (or should I say, throw?))).)

Friday, 26 June 2015

Celebrate Justice

On this truly historic day, after the U.S. Supreme Court ruled in favor of full nationwide Marriage Equality, I want to express my thanks and gratitude to all who have been engaged in this decades-long battle for justice. 

And here’s a snap from the archives: As the twelfth anniversary of Marriage Equalization fast approaches up here in British Columbia, this photo from my marriage to Brian, the great love of my life.  August 8th, 2003.  After seven years together, we finally got hitched.


Cheers and Namaste and Love.


Friday, 22 May 2015

MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Shall this heart break half in two
Or will it be three ragged pieces served
Cold in a morning fog that
Sees me here at my spot as ever
Yet needed my gaze over there at
That urgent place you told me about
Late in the day
And now you’ve lost me
So it seems
Can you hear me hear me hear me
Will you reach me giant step as an infant crawls
Unyielding yet staring with hooded ayes
And a host of goddesses bring forth
Snap snap, snap snap
Sing melodies of brown eggs
Gathered on this expectant May dawn
That pushes toward a flowering
Of bluebottles and cakewing baker bees
And swallowtails swirling in early light
Irreducible to merest neutron and
Flattened earth rounded by breath
Yawning gorges stretched across the gap
Between the wing and the petal
Each one shouldered up against a rusty screen
That barely keeps me from knowing
Your heart as well as I do (or maybe don’t)
Know my own
Is that the answer you have long longed for
For which you have long longed
Perhaps it’s something else altogether
Oh look
MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Sunday, 3 May 2015

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)

A golden day sings me
Sweet surrender and thus
It is in my nature to answer
Each call in kind
So I say to the trees
How are you today
And they reply that they are just fine
Ta sure ta very much and so

The sun falls on my neck and I move
My chaise lounge over to the shade
Of a fully flowered lilac
That has grown toward the south
Over so many years
And years
Sweet melody grand symphony
The fat robin sings ore there yonder
Ruby throat fleeting wing
A swarm floats through
Of hummingbirds like jets over
The place my dreams singled out for me
As a boy with his head
On a late springtime pillow
Plotting paradise in the bows of
An everlasting infinite heart

Friday, 24 April 2015

The Beaten Whir by Bob Paris (c)2015

Out there along that distant point
In here around my beaten whir
Race yet along leapt paradox
That takes me here nor there 

And when I see your shadow fall
Upon the path doth lead yet yonder
Past hallow come and ghost upon
This rubble in mine breast


Then I shall know beyond all doubt
A truer heart not ever known
This rose upon my vision hast
A dying breath bequeathed 

My darling oh my darling love
I sing you yet to heaven’s shore
For up from this here pyre of bone
A flame licks all the sky 

You were you were so young
So fair
So eager to go forward
And I shall sing you evermore
Here in my beaten whir

By Bob Paris ©2015 all rights reserved