Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

those seeds of time
hallowed within a crux
separated moment by moment
converging within a dignity
satisfied within that connection
coveted in ample
memories
fluid in lucid dreams
where the flow
within the universe
brings some cosmic change
and revelations made
is yet to be revealed
but somehow
it's coming

[carndo]

sand paintings
held in images
rhythms within harmony
stone arches in the sand
where mother nature
creates master pieces
over eons of time
yet in it's memory
of what was
centuries ago

[carndo]

reaching for those times
where memories
make one smile
silent tones
find those rhythms
where one can see
those reflections
a moment at a time
yet if one looks at it
somehow
they wouldn't change a thing

[carndo]

days of summer
spent on the bank of a pond
can of corn rod & reel
catching bluegill
sunburnt
in the summer sun
but it was time well spent
it kept me out of trouble
occupied
and out of my parent's hair
if I got too hot
I'd go and borrow a truck tire tube
and go swimming
something to pass the time
during my summers
growing up

[carndo]

that whisper in the wind
where a tiny seed is blown
finally finds abit of earth to rest in
a little sunshine and water
is all it needs
from there an idea begins to form
weak on words
but given time
those words will gain strength and meaning
how
is what you say?
through practice, reading and understanding
it may not seem much
from what you see now
but given time
the skill finds a way to grow
and experience within this world
gives shape to what is simply written
and maybe that wisdom
spreads to others
so that they can plant
ideas of their own

[carndo]

rhythms that touch
within the sunshine
clouds that float
like ribbons scattered
against the blue
pieces of grey
occasionally mixed
within the possibility of rain
and yet if one looks
they can make out different shapes
that appear
as great whales
swimming in the sky
high glades
that smile
within that moment of time
that rides along with the wind

[carndo]

six, seven, eight
count the times
within your mind
when it all makes sense
nine, ten, eleven
now find when it doesn't
try to put it together
when the puzzle doesn't quite fit
or when you have a piece missing
those abstractions
in life
when you scratch your head
and you wonder...
what?
not sure where to go
but knowing that you
have to get there
just not knowing how
and you're left
trying to figure it all out

[carndo]

throwing ideas together
that sometimes don't quite fit
so you summarize
what you can
and go from there
you try a little of this
you try a little of that
puzzling it together
sometimes you go outside the box
for a different perspective
or maybe
just to see if it works
and sometimes it does
at times it doesn't
so you throw it away
then start again
funny how a muse
can twist words
from one's imagination

[carndo]

birds spreading their wings
to touch the sky
soaring into the horizon
remembering that freedom
within the clouds
where the wind
reach into those times
just beyond the cliffs
that kiss the snowcaps
listen...
can you hear the cry?
it's calling
come...
touch the wind

[carndo]

Kites flying in the wind
where the tail
flows like a dragon
soaring moment by moment
where it one looks
a simple joy is found
listen...
can you hear a child's laughter?
it's there
within the echo
in the distance
all one has to do
is listen

[carndo]

a thousand times
I tried to reach you
but something got lost
in the message
those echoes faded
in the silence
whispers softly known
nourished in explorations
moment by moment
pleasures found
celebrated in those small things
in someone's shadow
yet the romance
is seeked where held
thoughts and dreams
found in the twilight

[carndo]

those dying whispers
reaching past
that twilight
where fingers of fog
touch in the silence
coves glistening
shorn hillsides
unraveled reflections
horizons within that glimpse
held only in a moment
and yet I hear it clearly
within that minute
of my mind

[carndo]

outstretched
within that heartbeat
of a moment
where an inkling of grey
finds the shadow
intricate in design
images forgotten
within the century
contemplations
which should be simple
yet have changed
throughout
those milestones
abstract
through expression

[carndo]

rhythms found
within those reflections
hidden in plain sight
innocent in that perspective
memories risen
within the hour
engaged in collections
where imagination
reaches in that definition
existential in perception
voices spoken
in their time

[carndo]

unlit caverns
that rise within the stalactites
cool wet floors
some cream white
with minerals
aged within the centuries
of its creation
imperfections made
within the sandstone
refractions
etched in stone