Monday, October 28, 2013


Don't make any
   sudden moves

   in this,
our quiet oblivion,

no sense reminding
anyone we're here,

happily disregarded.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

In Me

They are one
living as two,


the other
we are not
sure about,

     there may be more,

     we don't go looking.

Neither completely
body or mind,

they politely
step aside for each

     when it's one's turn to go out,

passing through
     the membrane
that cannot contain

a voluntary location
to repose until a
call to action rings
a quick exchange

     for the proper face.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Time Springs

What does time ease
but springs in an old clock,

winding down hours
until energy is spent,

metal coils
without purpose,

waiting for

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Tide Marks

Tide marks
of your desires

rise and fall
on my heart,

the degrees

leave scars
stained loud,


in your oceans
     of storm
          and calm.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


Meet me in
the old grove
beneath the
untended fruit,
where the sun leaves
its last touch,
and we'll fill 
of sweet flesh
in warm grass.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Brown Autumn

In farmer's fields
green that screamed
of spring rise and 
vibrant summer life
drifts to dry brown of 
autumn's harvest store.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013


Even in ashes
our words stirred,

in warm currents,

to descend.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Monday, October 21, 2013

Flying Leaves

Driving on the familiar road
in the early morning distance
between death-like sleep
and caffeinated hyper-sight,
a form moved across my eyes
ahead of me,
above the lanes.

The sky swirled high
with weaving leaves,
growing outward
and pulling back in
like a chest rising and falling
in search for air.

The spell lingered
for a few more deep breaths,

then broke in a rush
as the leaves spilled
out of the sky
and became
hundreds of joyous sparrows
on way to winter's home.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Note: an expanded revision of "Flying Leafs" posted earlier.

Sunday, October 20, 2013


the sky stands tall
buzzards glide
in spirals
stacked 1-2-3
descending to earth
where death eats in dirt

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Friday, October 18, 2013

Flying Leafs

Driving on the familiar road
in early morning absorption,
living again after 
night's temporary death,

the sky swirled high
with weaving leafs
till the spell
turned them back
to sparrows by the hundreds

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Cracked Window

Every day
she stared out
through a cracked window
at the world around her
and came to understand life
in shattered visions.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Fuel and Air

Unrestricted in space
we are volatile,
in freedom we twist
into turbulence
like spirits released
from a long,
lonely confinement,
swirling in and out
of each other,
a spark ignites
our primal elements,
weaving, flowing,
threaded together
into this burning knot,
a dancing ball of blue flame

burning and not consumed.

©Eusebeia Philos 2103

Senryu 1

hearing her heart call ~
he strains against his conscience ~
unable to respond

©Eusebeia Philos 2013