A flock of seven ride the waves in the glow of the amber sunlight
climbing upwards as the warm tide comes in to shore,
the physical reality controlled by an illusion of time
as my senses heighten and gravity itself halts the ocean.

I had traversed through the woods submerged into the bowels of mother nature, listening to the sounds of exotic birds,
I stumbled upon ripples in a pond of ethereal transcendence that appeared through an opening. I sat…
My perception of time altered by my emotional state
creating visual gaps in light and slowing everything down.


In Harmony With You

In Harmony With You

You are my lucidity, the cosmic elements and my ether
The mother of our beautiful children, you are the gravity of our family,

You compliment my existence like the ethereal stars do the night sky
The only person who this heart of mine will explore in this world,

You are my soul mate, my source of strength and inspiration
And in harmony we grow stronger together than apart, my wife.

B. L. Crisp


The sun battles with the clouds
As they stand quiescent in the hollow breeze,
It was the thought that provoked him
The mindless, hapless creativity of thought,
For a wasp had left a sweet sting upon his shoulder
Its nest now washed out,
They had saved the kittens…
But there was nobody gaping behind their curtains to see,

A bucket of warm water left
Little after mid-day, lunch creeps in,
Five little cries now hung onto the silky surface
They climb on top of each other,
Laughter breaks out from father and son
Father and son are amused,
He tried halfheartedly to break the moment
In return he was held, half halfheartedly

This crime captivating him
Intrigued to see the outcome,
Still nobody gaping from behind drawn curtains
The warm water swallowing each little kitten,
Five become four and then
Three, he was speechless and bound with awe
Two, he stepped forward at one and now…

B. L. Crisp