Robbie Coburn & Michele Seminara: Collaboration #5

Note   (Robbie Coburn)

night enters

and arranges itself around perception.

you watch the sky

disappear with movement from your eyes.

an image embedded in the drowning of silence,

you sleep here, since you exist in air

no pathway between shadow and a stillness,

still irises amounting as a presence emerges and takes

place amidst recollection.

though only the wind calls the seasons into change.

you lay beside me in a moment beyond this, my eyes trace

your body. you are a still figure in the untouched dawn

beautiful in the entrapment of thought,

     time dances along your skin like sunlight.

Entrapment   (Michele Seminara)

between shadow and dawn 

I sleep—you watch 

the sky. perception drowning 

in recollection, my eyes 

embedded in beyond. 

irises dance amidst images, 

my body a still pathway—

my untouched figure silenced 

by the entrapment of your thought. 

Collaboration #3: Robbie Coburn & Michele Seminara

Blood   (Robbie Coburn)

triggering the pulse, you observe yourself listening.
though silent now, words form on your lips. closer
to you now you sweep all absence away. a deserted body,
the empty bed shrinking into burning nights.

the buildings stand as formations of longing
the embrace frantic within you. unseen
you write across the darkness
ink a permanence beyond you.

now masked in flesh you hear the rain.
there is blood in these words.

Pulse   (Michele Seminara)

Listen. Silence now,
an empty bed, the sweep
of frantic embrace.

Masked by rain you ink
your blood, your longing
an unseen formation.

This body, with its shrinking
flesh, its lips triggering words,
burns closer than the darkness
beyond. 

Collaboration #2. Robbie Coburn's "Ocean" + Michele Seminara's 'found' response, "Tide".  

Ocean

(Robbie Coburn)

the sea will rinse us all,

the nights,

are longer 

sky collapsing 

in a grey gathering of thought 

you hear

the tide is coming in

she stops dancing 

on her grave 

you hear 

the children silent 

and the waves are not drowning.

to die

is to become a memory.

Tide
(Michele Seminara)

Thought is longer than the night,

the grave grey sky collapsing. 

Waves of memory dance 

then die, her children 

a silent gathering —  

The sea, the sea, the sea 

will drown us all.