Find Us Dancing

Fell out mostly intact,

Find Us Dancing

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Mind wanders off leash 

spouting faithful skyward, 

to fall as unwitting heaven.

A shared message spreads 

wings, our moment soars

sunshine escapes through 

our eyes in endless horizon. 

Listening for the old town

bell, pitched from liferaft 

ocean welcomes my drift. 

An all supposing endeavor 

toe test jacuzzi everywhere 

there’s calm in the bear cage.

Always on your shoulder

though you never asked 

why, summons received by 

the approaching storm 

anchored by above’s below. 

Harbored hearts sway to

rolling thunder, on a bridge 

over water life passes by,

butterfly sermon finds 

your ear, river impressions 

say more than words dare.

Living in those crosshairs 

reclined satisfaction of one

who smiles at ceilings, 

as a world unto known.  

Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your 

key question unlocks response.  

Not taken lightly words rush to 

life relating to everything at once. 

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky. 

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine. 

Our moment bubble burst into 

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place. 

Emerging Escalator

Feel the way it goes

Emerging Escalator

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Patch water what have yous 

strength in visions maintained 

ponder vault skull fortress etching.

Partners with the well, path of now

sipping fortunes, exhaling prophecies 

thoughts unpack light all over the world.

Informal destiny, pollen smudged nose

lifts to meet a stranger’s eye, bridge shuffle

lifetimes a sudden encouraging wind, 

at any moment overcome by feeling alive. 

Lingua Franca 

Spoken over grilled onions,

Lingua Franca 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Falling over backwards 

some truth yet said, mirage lips 

covet a single syllable. 

Strides with four legged

majesty to break the spell, shatter 

stone with a prying kiss.  

Treasured lips form pirate 

smile crescent reflecting ocean

stubborn windward tales.

Sense of what is carried 

branches by day swans by night

shouted whisper emanates.  

Speak mountains of river

coherent flow unbeknownst guest 

as Old Faithful chamber. 

Impressions dance on our

humming minds, rhythms match

between pressing records. 

Laurels of My Life

Truly Grateful for all that be

Laurels of My Life

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Could rest all day on laurels of my life 

lounge in the safe of my memory bank 

my personal theatre replaying the hits.

Heart runs over savory to the last drop 

scent of black forest, all those passing 

eyes, fish-headed accordion serenades

baguettes become saber for all to see

taken by surprise at giant faceless babies,

that photo I’ll never see, crossing the

Bosphorus with an American girl under

each arm, my lap would know Sri Lankan 

that same week, the tremble of her touch

on that beach in Mexico, washed my feet on

holy ground, blind to what others see, felt it 

all going my way, brushed noses with what 

goes without saying, walked home after a 

Tokyo pub crawl, watched the sunrise in

your eyes always remember what they said.  

No Telling

Formidable Space makes mountains of us all.

No Telling

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

What would our world be without

eyes to look into, what manners 

does this table set demand? Sharp,

smooth, pointy all fit in hand. 

Built by formidable space 

stubborn boundaries resist 

atomic pressure. A face to know 

when bones for an instant.

Paint the world with your problems 

cinematic projections done for undisclosed

spiritual development deals, all comes 

back to how to be in the world, no closer

truth, sweetest light lives in golden rule. 

Proud partners, see you on the other side. 

What a thing to take on, creatures formed

by night, in darkness lies the truth of light.

Phantom lives where who knows, ocean

currents our lives transposed. 

Fallen Tree

Everything up to that moment, wed reference in the Sequoia gift shop.

Fallen Tree

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

You waited for our company

the lucky couple you chose to

share your last moments with. 

Passing unsuspected you give

notice, call our attention to

your final act. We turn to the

sound in the silence to follow.

You say goodbye with a tender 

timber, your sparse tip comes

to rest in the fork of another,

caught by lovers branch. 

Your rings given to us as the 

sound we will hear forever.

Beyond Grounded

An updated To The Enemies made more my own. Beyond Grounded By Tyler Lucas Mobley Young as those towers crumbled into dust, too young to know what could become of the world, too many spaces to fill, bewildered. What does the world turn round?  Love Island Below Deck Squid  Games? No better monument, who didn’t … Continue reading “Beyond Grounded”

An updated To The Enemies made more my own.

Beyond Grounded

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Young as those towers crumbled

into dust, too young to know what

could become of the world, too

many spaces to fill, bewildered.

What does the world turn round? 

Love Island Below Deck Squid 

Games? No better monument,

who didn’t what, attention waged. 

When did we forget that love 

received is love returned, 

your heart must first burn full

for the world to nestle up to it.

To love somebody is to love

yourself, to be is not easy, 

world on your shoulders, 

anchor eyes glisten in detail. 

How to be when mystery is 

our truth? Each foraging a

path, some find wings and

enjoy their cake on clouds. 

Simple one day mind and 

moment purr together broad 

as the horizon, somewhere 

horses jostle in starting gates.

Somewhere she wears only

night, lunar arousal she carves 

brilliant ice sculptures with her

nipples only to melt by morning. 

Squint against an icy wind on

a heaving sea, pickled delight 

cast with cages on the bottom

line. Buttons undone reveal a

common root, majestic redwood

birds peck at trunk squirrels hide 

nuts in my midst. Somewhere an

answering machine takes a message. 

Be slow, slow down, find

the letter in your bottle. What

you conceived must be felt as 

fentanyl numbs a way forward

for those who forget to ask

why the moon scales to the sun.

Our angels conspire with demons

on hoops we transform through. 

Relax those shoulders and secure 

your feet in the world you couldn’t 

embrace, step into a dream, pretend 

galaxies knock on foreheads before

bestowing each new thought. You’ve

been right all along, the letter you

wrote must be read. This feeling, 

as the earth feels the moon you

sense my gaze and know we are 

the same. We enter one runway

and exit with personal flare, to

truly be gone you must have lived.

When harmony sings as golden sun

elaborate a rainbow, kiss your toad

goodnight. What is life without love?

What is love but a love for yourself? 

To see you in all others. Laugh 

as you aim for the stars, it always 

was, soon we’ll forget how to play 

this song, funny how we play along. 

Dissipating Call

Absorbed in the Sound,

Dissipating Call

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If time knew an answer it would turn and run. 

When lighting goes, seldom rung mixture

springs to life, tension release felt throughout.

Creation boundaries worth every breath they take. 

Hidden gems in earth’s vault brought out when

occasion calls, forecast impossible degrees our

absolute fruition, beam certain as the morning light. 

A find drawn out with fingers of every hand at once. 

Deep in the fix where earth glows our love forged

by an ever running race to hold equilibrium, in a

dance dance revolution series of moves star addressed, 

volcano storm quakes, bagpipes of a dissipating call.  

Ann Darrow

From one comes another, you know this could be Switzerland.

Ann Darrow

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

An insurmountable lift 

caught in life’s talons

feet kicking for ground

desperate for any burden

but the one you bear. 

Dragon’s back pontoon

distract time with mistress

minutes, enough to swim

the sound. Insightful clay,

a facial expression, skip

pattern my navajo peyote

a visit. Crow back in the 

gizzard gaze you’ve always

known. Our clay you say,

must be wet everyday

to fend cracks and shatter. 

Your gentle eyes owe

not a cent to your broad

back, heaving against an

Empire State, let me go

I’ll carry you forever, 

an ease of grasp, I’d 

never felt so alive.