new

a first breath

the smell of morning
dew on your feet
as you, barefoot,
walk into your home,
along with the earth

a fairy with wings
that grants you one wish
and you wish for
three new wishes

a wardrobe sewn by
hand with materials
hand-crafted by nuns
raising money for orphans

an idea that is better
than the last

stare

his body rests
eyes dulled by screens,
games, messages-
a blank stare
to disguise the emotionless mind for absorbed
or rescue the absorbed mind from thought

i cried because your faraway eyes said good bye
while your body remained alive

even though you seem so gone
i am next to you
begging you to pull through

emerge from the hectic, electric pixel
of this modern life

a bright disposition

let the sun settle
above your home
and sink into your
mind blinding the darkness
with its glare

the anti poem

dance in the wind
with a dangerous shirt
something with a skull
and a daisy
to show that you are alive
and you know you will die
and that you love flowers
and you can still be bad

In the band

you saw him from a distance
so you knew he played guitar
and you knew for sure that you
could only love someone who
played guitar

because you were 29
and it was impossible to date
someone who was not a rocker

a forgotten life

in the distance your crooked smile
I confused it for a smirk
so I hurried off to avoid you

and so the distance grew,
a vat of spoiled stew
no one watched
or saw that it was stirred

we grew so far apart
our images were blurred
our voices echoed
but were not heard

my sounds struggled
to catch up to you
but bounced off of
the hectic walls of blue
paint that we
had been meaning to paint
over but had no time

the date night we missed
and we could not find
a time ago, we had fun
now we work
'till the day is done

please be careful

Careful not
to think too fast-
hold the moment
so it will last.

Watch my words
as they float past
catch them softly
in your ears,
clink a glass
this New Year's-
to someone you love
sent from above.

Careful now,
and hold him close

Careful please,
take my hand
it's worn and fragile,
and it might bend.

Careful not
to let this end

Hope (written by me in 1999 approx.)

There are stars
in the dirt
sparkles in
a puddle
rainbow rays
in the rain
beauty over-riding
pain

smiles rolling
in the mud
laughter heard
in the dark
giggling girls
at the park
in moonlight
better friends
after a fight

love healing
the worst bitte

when there's wind
fly a kite

12-20-2015 (warning - not a warm and fuzzy Christmas poem)

5 days 'till Christmas
kind words spill over,
a sweet volcanic eruption
that could destroy you

a Hallmark photo-shopped world
that explodes with goods and wants

we complain about

water pressure,
global warming
work stress

while someone
lives in a make-shift box,
tattered and soggy

has gone days
without a shower

has lived in the streets
since she was ten

endures the temperature
changes while the rest of us
overuse the world to the point
of its exhaustion

tired of our fast-paced lives
we are running 'till
we run out of time

and she only wishes
for her time to run out

fun with kids

a morning of giggles
a daytime of wiggles
a nighttime of snuggles
bears, and huggles

tied up in sheets
and jumping on beds
laughing at shadows
losing our heads

what a gift it is
to be a mom!

A Christmas Blessing

amidst the hurried lanes
of harried shoppers,
of horrified cashiers -

we wish each other cheer

but do not fear
the end is near
the lanes will clear

we'll wish each other a Happy New Year

our stresses lessen
oh the holidays
are a blessing!

any other way

sideways through the door-
way
i stay that way
a crooked direction
makes everything clear

usually you go back
and left and forward and left

and left again - the curve
of a branch goes on and on,
and snaps sometimes
in a sudden way

the force of the wind
a fat owl
a heavy, wet snow

a leaping child
has made it to the top
and now the tree

waits

nothing, everything

when nothing appears
not justice,
not a friend,
not the sun.

you dream, you think
of something

a star, a thought
of the person you last
shared a coffee and cigarettte
with outside in
the rain while your coats
became soaked sponges
absorbing each other's
conversation

so much
that the rain
ceased to exist


the next day,
cold under a bright sun -
coats fluffed and warmed
you walked,
arm in arm
in the park

everything was there

not hello

sometimes to say hello hurts
and it is better to hide behind
the aisle, underneath the nearest
counter or anywhere you will be
cloaked from the vision of the person
who you know that you want
to talk to
but shouldn't

letter painting in the fog

a soft index finger spells
out a frosted message
on the fogged window

a gift
to the world
from the inside
of Mom's car

a dandelion waits
outside my window

one day he will pick it,
hand it to her

write her a message
in the sky

Smile

Smile
Make friends
Imagine
Live Honestly
Expect the best

the abbreviated drizzle

the drizzle drains off the
light coat of sidewalk grime,
leftover dew from last spring
a tear that has pooled at the
end of your eyelid,
finally falls away.

you are blessed by
a tiny water droplet
and 2 hydrogens

I remember Chemistry class,
when I first discovered you

up, away, you

further than i have been and towards
the future I am immersed in a sea
of memories

but will not drown

entrenched in the sticky mud
of guilt

reaching out for your hand

once our fingers touch

happiness

surrounded by air, life
tomorrow

new

freshly painted

and ready for the show

toes that twinkle
heels too high

eyebrows pruned
face and clothes
printed and pressed
 

another night

at the pub

in the dark

on a stool,

tipsy with hope-

a thing or nothing

stronger,

and more hopeless

than hope

a revisited dream

night after night

that the next day

will turn out right

teardrops and a tangent

the drizzle is a slow cycle
to clean the gentle earth
without shock

the drizzle drains off the
light coat of sidewalk grime
the leftover dew from last spring
the tear that is still at the
end of your eyelid,
finally falls away.

sometimes all you need
is a light rain
to be grateful
it's not a thunderstorm

you are a blessed
creature
surrounded by 
a tiny water droplet
and 2 hydrogens

I remember Chemistry class,
Junior year,
when I first discovered
the bunsen burner,
when I first discovered you

earth mother

if

clouds

were

beds

and the sun

was

our mom

we would

always

have a warm

place

to sleep

because it is fun

a future glimpse of us

our no teeth denture wearing
smiles
as we drink coffee
and feed our grandchildren
candy
and noisy toys,
instruments
whimsical
thoughts to take
home

magical golden
jelly bean covered
castles with
strawberry milk
rivers under
the moat

where prairie
dogs dance
and Elvis
is alive


we teach them
to speak in their loudest voices
and sing and jump
in puddles
and dress in mud

because being a kid
is fun

old things and new things

i have dreamed of daisies,
gold petals that glisten,
a glimmer of hope
among the ashes

among the construction,
reconstruction,
and fabrication-
re-manufacturing

I have dreamed of daisies-
of hope-
of second-hand clothes
and furniture;
jewelry worn by a fancy,
old woman with electric pink
lipstick

that I now
proudly wear.

I have dreamed all of my
things old
and my old things new

I have dreamed I don't need
things
but I do

gone

and so I haven't been around
been lost for awhile
among the crowds
... the piles of work

papers hoping to be read
comments comments,
trying to remember
what I've already said
truly wishing
I was in bed

I'd really love
to tell you more
but here I go
back out the door!

dream

when night cuddles
your mind
to sleep and the
stars sing a lullaby
to the thoughts
that wrestle
for space
until none
are remembered

quiet embodies
your slowing breaths

you dream
of a lily pad pond,
a magic frog,
a candy necklace
you nibble slowly
and share with a friend
in your tall meadow

on each side of a see saw
a bright sun sparkles
up your sleep
until the return
of day

see me

let the curtains close
the fans bid farewell
to an evening of
fancy, fabulous

of tea party glamour,
elegant gowns,
adorned with gems
majestic, fake,
enthusiastic smiles
capped and crowned,
gleaming white

let the curtains close
let's say good night
whisper
the sound of loneliness
into the wind
into the empty
corners of the
halls and halls
where no one lives
but people lie

let the curtains close
and the people rest
don't look at me
I'm not my best
this day is old,
my skin turned gray
don't look at me
in the light of day

twilight is
what I prefer
no morning glare
no evening dull

the curtain will open
just press pull
we'll all glisten
maybe even listen
to this play's
determined plot
where we all have
a part, a life
a lot

glimmer

Foil the character
wrap the sandwich
take apart the plot
and put the people back together
like a reunited rock band

the world will shine
the world,  a star
filled with music, love
a glimmer of hope to
disperse among the lands
like newly transformed
caterpillars

we, a butterfly, can
fly with our colors
fly together
fly free
peacefully
in the winds
of hope

walk of shame

first, he called my name
and so I ran, I came to the door
with a grin so big that it
raced from one side of the room
to the next

my grin, a racetrack
and I kept circling around him
and got dizzy
so I fell

I woke up, my lipstick
on his cheek
wondering many things,
like  

where am I?

where is home? 

everyone saw me,
I know they did
as I did the walk
of shame in
the November mist

the last of the
auburn leaves
scrunching into confetti
under my feet
as everyone
heard me walk
the three blocks back
to my brick apartment

me vs. internet

i called the internet
and said
can i have my time back?

set yourself free

but you are keeping me up

turn me off

wait, I have more questions, like
what is the meaning of life?
what should I eat tonight?
are carbs really bad?
do GM0s cause infertility?
You seem to know everything
tell me please,
so I can have my time back

you seem to have mistaken me for God
i know only as much as you believe in me

hopes

in hopes that you remember
 me
I've drawn your name -
a safety pin carving
on an eroded rock
that surfaced
 from the sea

maybe you'll
  remember me

 in hopes that you
still dream my name
even though
nothing's the same

I've printed your name
next to the shore
where sand crabs dance,
and search for more

in hopes that
 you
   remember me
I'm waiting here
alone, off shore
leaning up
against my door
I wait, I wait
for the phone to ring,
a single knock,
a simple note,
a sos from a boat.

in hopes
  that you
    remember
       me

the next morning

the scent of lilies and lemon
lingered in the air
and on my skin.
After she left-
I was quiet, still,
so that the shadow
of her scent
would stay

the morning breeze
swooped through the curtains

forcefully
and the smell,
and the light
of the rising sun
faded her citrus
blossom remainders

I cuddled closer
to the pillow she used,
I smelled my own
cheek to see if she
was still there

If she arrives again,
I'll set out
empty jars to capture
 her aroma

she is the air
and I her breathless vessel

baby miracles

a baby's first yawn
is the morning.

his first word, a
a sunrise -
awaiting paint

a clean mind -
a blank slate

baby's breath
in a vase
to fill out
the rest

baby's breath
on your shoulder
to fill the heart
in your chest

clean baby hands
and the smell
of his head

oh, if he'd just
go to bed

return to it

a smile worth
waiting for
will make you
think forever of
its curve

you will return to it
while wrapped in
your sheets

you will return to it
while passing by
her street, lined with
newly planted trees
and plain mailboxes
with numbers

you will return to it
when you roll over
 to snooze your alarm

you will return to her
again and maybe
you will return to
each new day

you will ask her
for her hand
and she will
return to you

a circle complains

I am not square
I wish I was a triangle
If I was a diamond,
I'd be too sharp

I keep going on
and never  end
with every turn
comes a new bend

I am too round
to be called an oval
too flat
I could be a jar
if I were I cylinder
but being a circle
oh, it does hinder

too much to do

when I found myself
packed to the brim
with papers and such
falling over and off
the piles from which
they were stacked

i knew soon
I too would be the
next to topple over
if I did not
shred the stacks
and cut the piles
in half

and so I did
and glad I was
to evacuate
the mess

i headed out,
fancy hair
in a dress
and smile
to impress

and danced and danced
the night away

friday

night seeps through
the veins in the ground

a cricket, a passersby

a woman on her
nightly run to the
Chinese food place

a child recieves
a good-night kiss on the forehead

across the globe
it is already morning
a song is heard
in the shower

two friends carpool to work -
wish for Friday night
so they can drink -
realize their dreams in conversation

the voice of the mundane day
a distant murmur

more than a breeze

the wild call of the wind beckons
move with it as if you are a loose feather
that has taken flight
apart from its home, its body

the air is yours
wander among the hibiscus blossoms
hidden in this morning's sunrise

a creature in constant motion
awake in a dream

in the sky 

running desire

teens run through the night
as if it were invisible -
a weightless device

unstoppable - lust tricks
no one and everyone
falls for it

the evening air itself
an aphrodisiac
especially when young
in summer
among lilies
and paved roads
and the newness
of height and curves

the road, a dangerous
necessity

at the table

I am regular
comfortable to sit with
a silent voice
that echoes,
reassures
my presence

too many things

things and stuff
are full of fluff
and fun and fringe
crinkle, crumble,
the dollars singe

spent on stuff
and other things
like candy stores
and purple rings
brand new shoes
and things you lose
-like sunglasses

and things you use
-like pottery classes

we like stuff
and to do things
we spin and spin
and hope to stop
before our bodies
and pockets drop

We try and try
to reach the top
we spin and spin
and just don't stop

i want more

with all the things
I have
I sell
I want more
the glory
the fabulous story
of Crystal
and Dior
dresses that float
in the moonlight
along the patio
that encircles
the heated Olympic-
sized pool

materialistic
and I'm a fool
money isn't
happiness
it doesn't
make you cool

I want it all
you do too

or maybe
you don't

I wish
for myself
to rise above
the tangible - 
money affected,
society inflicted
design

but I want more
to be mine

more things and stuff

of things and stuff
I am full

my cart has three
no make that 4
things that soon
I won't need
'no more

My closet's
stuffed
with things and stuff
I packed it up
said enough's enough

off on the truck
I sent it out
where it is free
to set about
and land in
someone else's lap
a place far
from here
on the map

things, things
what a trap!
all that junk-
a bunch
of bunk

just give it, toss
it, sell it away
you never needed it
anyway

being a mom

teflon hands
chrome wings
mom's minivan
flies through the air
returns to home base
for dinner

rides
through the
fading sun -
lights up the town
with songs
and giggles

tucks you
in with tired,
grateful hands

worries through
her light sleep

and tomorrow is the same
and tomorrow is new
because you are growing

Ten words for today

an unfinished pile
teeters
catch
before it hits
the floor

overnight

dawn park tour

scraggly squirrels
empty dime bags casually
left behind
candy wrappers

each morning
my path continues
to surprise

the squirrels
are the same
players
sometimes
they eat
chips
or corn
on the cob

i try to figure
out what last
night's party
was like

I am glad
I was sleeping

Me

kind brunette
plain with blush

blessed, kind

glasses, blue pants,
coffee, chalk,
crayons
and babies

ladies of the eighties (not to be confused with ladies in their eighties)

flames fill the fluorescent
yellow painted room
with red

furious pink panted
legs fume out of
the 80's dance hall
revolution

leg warmers on fire
two big-haired ladies
shield their Aqua-net
drowned heads

the party, over
the night drifts on
through to dawn

substance lost
burned to the ground
a one night escape
is all they found

in the home of
the pink panted
men
where the big-haired
ladies stayed on

into the morning light
of the fluorescent
orange-pink
sunrise

blue mascara
smudged eyes
drool down
their face
as they stagger
through the
walk of shame
until they reach
the wallpapered
rooms they call home

tall tim talks a lot

tall Tim
told  a tale
until the end
of the wagon
ride

we parted
between lunch
and tea

I hadn't said
a word, you see

and then
he asked
tomorrow,
would I be free

without a whisper
I waved bye-bye
left him to wonder
why, why, why

love

let the people live
and rules slip away
like a rain-coated rock
on a stormy day

let the sun shine
and the snow fall
and singing voices
fill the hall

the largest hammer
will down the wall
that separates colors,
sexes, and all

love your brothers
and stand tall
the whole world
will hear the call

night out

a long night out
fades into a cool
evening wind
that blows through
the straps of my
silver sandals
to reach the tips
of my big toes
I sleepily gander
to my husband's car

another sleep
will soon become
sunlight

girl or boy

tag
I am it
this or
that girl
that baby
next to me
has a meatball
head
it is made of love
and squishy bread

have you
thought about me
in a while?
I'm sorting through
a laundry pile
mine and his
and his and his

I would not dare dial
have you thought about me
in a while?

running late

time travels in bits
made up of salt and rain
warm sunshine
and pain

life, a runner
nearing the finish line

if I am late
it is usually because
I can't find something
to wear
clothes are tossed
everywhere
and I don't know
what can possibly
be done
with my hair

terrible Tom

ten terrible times
the tall and tiny
teenage tattletale
told and told
'till totally alone

a tortoise in a shell
tucked from light
a terrific hell

trust like time
takes time to tell
for terrible Tom
the teenage tattle
telling the truth
was his battle

it was not 'till time
turned his
solitary friend
that he told the truth
'till the end

A Teacher's Words

I am not a scapegoat
an enemy of the state
a spender of your taxes

nor am I the reason
a student fails or passes

I walk the halls
stand tall
ardently speak
to the treasures
that learning seeks
a beacon of wonder
that shines like
a cloudless day

in front of your children
I stand afraid
of their future
of ours
I carefully plan
four hours and hours

with the hope
to never bore
and restore
the want for
knowing more

a parent's sleep

sleep is a creep
that drop's me
deep
I try to leap
straight past sleep
but it returns
without a peep
i'm crumbled in covers
a big heap

sleep, sleep
i'd like to keep
an hour extra
of mine to reap

woes

treats
and trails
and pretty
nails
have a drink
if all else
fails

lean over
tipsy
stool
on its side
drool and stammer,
let go
your pride

your hair's
a mess -
a spot
on your
dress
strange man
at your side
a foul caress

world in distress
i would confess
i like
to see you
in duress

now, please

tall, trim
the tree

small, steal
the bow

now, kneel
for God you know

Fall, feel
the trees
red, orange
blows the breeze

snow, seize
the freeze

shiver
from head
to knees

cherish the summer
won't you please

fragrant flowers
fill the breeze

stuff

things, things,
on the shelves
things, things,
made by elves

at the back of the line
I stare at my phone
and wonder
what I did on line
before Facebook

chatter and scurrying
dehydrated mice
in a maze searching
for water

the newest thing prevails

on the way home, a newer
version is advertised
in your email

while you wonder about
the next thing
a person in your city
sits, shoe-less,
begs for any

thing

never again!

in the midst
of Capri sun
and crustless lunch
the sandbox
empties
small, cute,
mischievous feet
run for the picnic table

behind the snack bar
Marylou smokes
a cigarette, her last

A teenager wakes up
she has to pick
up her brother
from camp
she says she will not
drink again

Tommy hops
into his big sister's car
She is tired
He complains he is
never going back
to camp again

The next day
Marylou buys
her last pack of cigarettes
while Tommy, joyful,
swims with his camp
friends and his big
sister texts
her friends about
the next big party

too much

today I turned
around after
going somewhere
came back to the fridge
and closed it

returned to the computer
and looked up
something about
home structure
right before
i used the internet
to diagnose myself

suddenly
i find I am a doctor and an
engineer
but  I still don't
know what's wrong

probably nothing
I can remember

vacation

ten words wait
to be written
then ten more

blank the line
becomes longer

eyes closed
the ruled marks
disappear
the ropes
around the maze
fade

back on the line
ride
and alive
I ask for
a fast pass

we run
to the front car
excited to
see ourselves
steeply drop

and then there's the
kid in the back
who says
he will feel
it more

soon, I will
have a scoop
of chocolate
mint
and you will
eat a funnel cake
we will
be fast asleep
under hotel sheets

passing days

the breeze passes
through your wobbly knees
like puppy love
at summer camp
beautiful, fleeting
a joy with permanent
bits of innocent
satisfaction
attained
only with the newness
of youth

today may be
a breeze
or a perilous wind
either way
it shall pass
through you

over

she and the elephant
departed
leaving the room
silent

nothing left
to talk about

return to normal

normal passes through us
as our age
creeps up like a vine
that grows upwards
and wanders into
an upstairs
stained-glass window
until its gossamer
wisps crumble
and eventually
fall to the ground

and return to normal

tell me

tell me when
does rain become the water
I drink

what becomes
 of wilted leaves
wen they fall
to the ground
do they sink
or rise to heaven

to make more rain
to water flowers

tell me
will you dance
among the flower
patch
with me
in the rain?

dinner date

wash your mind
with me
and wine
eat fancy
cheese triangles
philosophize from
all angles

our index fingers
faintly find
each other
our small
talk tainted
by desire

we admire
the delicate
sheets,
unraveling
as we start
a fire

living the dream

I am on a road
that does not end
no destination
in mind
I run behind
from the future
and back to
the past

I am in a rut
that stops here
at my dream
imagined
ahead of time
I am here
and before
I was there

at the spa

banned from being born
an organ deteriorated
by unwarranted
ecosystem degradation
gmo nation
global dehydration

this one earth
depletes daily
and you
alone
in your
studio cupboard
try to recycle
while somewhere
in a spa
someone
pays to be
patted and smeared
with clay
wrapped in plastic
and rinsed
with gallons
of water

a draft to comment on if you could

dance eternal
in the depth of the night
think and forget
quickly as a
sun that vanishes
behind clouds

a rainstorm
you are
life is

thunderous
ephemeral
a mountain of
man-made problems
technological solutions
to develop
more 1st world
21st century
learning issues

ADHD
I can't put my tablet
down
ADD
attention deficit
disaster

summers off

a time to be untied
barefoot
scraggly-haired
sun-screened
visor-hat wearing
vacation having
throw on a dress
run out lazily
onto the sandy
sun-drenched ground
wrapped up
in the flip flop life
stay inside
air-conditioned
game playing
lounge out
lazily
couch having
living the
potato life

holiday fun

see the small child
that searches for Santa
land merrily on his lap
like a Christmas ornament
being plopped
on a balsam branch
in the perfect spot
to be revealed by
a colored bulb

P

the puzzle's in pieces
a piano plays till dawn

pack your possessions
apparel - trappings


pray for a penny
to pool for your prize

popular and pretty,
perfect property
plant the pink pansy
upon the patio's edge

put on pajamas
wake up again

to your piles
of papers to
sign with your pen

open the rolltop
pen your plan
you've signed
and signed
and now you're a man

random stanzas about life

i am a beacon
a lightsaber
a master
of arts
a bachelor
of recreation

under god
I live in the
nation
whether
or not
you believe
in creation

I tour the world
alive
I am here
from a big bang
someone's dream
a gift of the sky

I am here
fashionably
educated
living to the norms
sheltered
from storms
by a shingle roof

I believe in
Santa
The Tooth Fairy
Miracles
Magic
the power
of Mystery

I am here
I tour the world
alive

poem

my poetry
is a place for my thoughts
to wander free
to make up their own life
line up words in rows
neatly from left
to right
create a poem

much like a class
of 1st graders
with giggles and
funny thoughts
they are changeable
and sometimes
appear out of order

a walk

freedom lies
in the sphere
between the
finite street
and the
indefinite chasm

in sureness
of the subtle
path
that veers
that endures
that does
not end

alleyway

inside the alley
is a deep chasm
infinite and filled
with unfettered space
for the unknown
predators that lurk
in and through
the lonely, dark,
chilling gloom
of darkness

along the streets
people swell and shrink
clustered and fixed
a busy street beckons
people collide
friends are abound
around and about
sunlit-filled
cheerful voices
fill the air

midnight roam

i dreamed a picture
of an  intangible
misty grey raincloud
with a warm wind
breathing upon its curves
in sync with the heartbeats
of the lovers meeting
under the gazebo below
and I, a tide
controlled by the moon
prayed to a silver star
unreachable and far
i toured through the night
in a stolen convertible car

i almost touched
the air in the space
between Cassiopeia
and the moon
I returned the car
too soon

a summer whim

i wait for the pot to boil

it is like waiting for frozen molasses

to melt

and yet the summer flies by

like an eagle on methamphetamine

and the noodles are overdone

I have spent too long in the sun

I have played lots of scratchers

and still haven't won

we eat mushy grains

and lament September

while the kids roll

their trains

once the round table is clear

I hold my kids near

there is nothing so dear

as being right here

content

the fury of the unheard

remains a burdened silence

unremarkable and unrelentless

a quiet nightmare for the many

who purport contentenment

a lie they tell themselves

to continue in the society

of the sane

awake

tossing through nighttime
tyrant toddler takes over
and I am awake

D

drive the
indeterminable distance

dedicate your dimes
to the desperate cause
of youth

do not dare age
or be defected

draw a stain
upon your dolor
disguise to
block your disdain
for the day
with your dainty walk
and dapper look
the doldrums
disappear
until the burden
of the day fades
and you
are deserted
with your Vera dress
and bars of gold

and so
you drink
then drive
to the edge
destined for a
dire phone call
to anyone

this time part 2

i'll get it right
I will roll
careful
down the hill
and land
not on the
cement sidewalk
but stop
on the plush
grass
next to the daisy
I planted
a year ago
with my best
friend

i'll breathe
in each second
of the dawn
and paint each color
of the sunrise

i'll note down
each hue
each shade
of bird
each word

i will remember
this time

everything etched
with a delicate
ink pen along
the protected
corners of my
inner mind

this time
i'll remain
myself
all along

this time

ride fiercely
through wildfire
or burn
as if
dropped
on the sun

the night
does approach
and so does
the next

in this
moment
you are
your best

tomorrow
comes next
and next
and next

in this
moment
you are the best

L

let me clench
your hand tightly
while you hold my
heart lightly

little child that
marvels at a lemon lollipop that lingers
on the linoleum floor

and the long light shadows
shapes that line the walls
with a loud lion's growl
and leopard spot clouds

love is the light
in a wide smile

a child's love
is a rainbow-lined
field of lilies

is lasting bliss

out of time

time is an elusive beast
large, perfectly round
unbeatable
clever from the go
its hands our master
thin, sharp...decisive

no escape
until the moment
you become
your soul
and  your
freedom takes
you anywhere and
when? is  a question
answered with now

toxic revolution

blurred lines
between safe
and closed

the ledge on
which we sit
tilted and spiked
with China's
influence
fixed to exhale

strings and things

there are strings
and then
there are the things
that travel on strings

the space between strings
gets filled with light
and other things

sometimes
the end is
tied to a new string
then it becomes
a completely
new thing

no strings attached

string cheese
doesn't ask for anything

a shred of thread
is fine to be left alone

but the tattered strings
on my old shirt
beg to adorn me

so worn-
forlorn they suffocate
in a white string-tied
kitchen garbage bag
and hope to be pulled
so they can become
a zig-zag fabric mess

a pile of carpet fuzz

the doorbell dings
phone rings
i think about
those sullen strings

 i toss aside
the clothing bag
will bring to the bin
another day

W

i wait for the wind
to whoosh by the window

while i'm thinking
up wishes
the warm breeze
wafts through the waves in my hair

white ribbons weave
and wind
themselves 
around my locks

the wind waits for me
to watch for it

a wizard
that wind is

awake

awaken
to feel the light
wash yesterday
away into
a river of
past memories
like daffodils
that blow away
in the wind
gentle as
a pillow's breath



the morning sun
bursts with
uncharted possibilities

superannuated

not a superhero
sort of the the opposite
no longer usable

could be retro
like the new-fangled
modern
record players
for extra-expensive
sale
at Urban Outfitters

or you could just
look in the attic
or wear
your old parachute
pants
and go garage
sailing

String Theory Too

i feel i could go on
about strings
they are so long
and so short

a violin

a story must
be strung together

a strung out
rock star
plays with silly
string on the
sidewalk
at 4 am

he, too,
knows string theory

string theory

i am trying
to be clever
without sounding
too smart

i start
with opening my
mouth to explain
my theory
on strings

like fishing line
is a thin string

everything
is connected

they are
a great way
to communicate
with a treehouse
neighbor
as long as you
have paper cups

kittens love strings

strings make music

strings are beautiful

throw a penny

black chasm well of charm
ricochet the coin, collides
with other wishes

to stop for a moment

the eternal buzz of time
is a bee that flies
decipherable only
by the space
it occupies
in the continuum
of your mind
hearing the zzzz
and whirrr
and zoom
of the bee
suddenly
it ends
and begins again

a butterfly of magenta
and royal blue hues
round-faced with
fishing line antennae
sends Morse code secret
messages with each
flap as it flits by

time stops
and you marvel

round toes

I frame my reality
with a sky-blue
wood-trim
tree-lined
pool in the center
for dipping
bare feet only

the sun
shines on
my face as
my cotton-ball toes
enjoy the merriment
of the splash

the star

her angel wings are copper plated silver
she swings herself to a spire
breathes her words to a star
that's been left behind a cloud
unnoticed tonight by lovers
holding hands on the rocky
river's ledge

even though
no one notices her sparkle
her shine will be seen
soon, maybe tomorrow
maybe by a passerby
that reaches with
a weathered hand
up to the sky
for hope


the angel rests
her wings atop the cloud
and falls into a dream
about wishes
to the glimmer
of the star

a first meeting

she fell
into a sea
of salt water, sun,
a deep blue pool

of eyes attached
to a gleeful man
with a grill
built into his
rusted tailgate

he saw her seeing him

invited her to share
his summer fare

splash
into apuddle
barefoot
two hearts
take a brave
step forward
into the
summer heat

flicker and fade

a quick light

flicker

then fade

a man at

the pace of a tiger

runs through

the crowd

stomps a cigarette

down 

pushes through the crowd

opens his paper

sits to read

about crime

cancer

the 21 year old brunette

seated beside him smells

like last night's vomit

he arrives at work

to gather his coffee

have a chat about

the crazy weather

another quick flicker

and fade

before the official

9 am bell

calls him to 

reluctantly face

again...his computer,

telephone, fax

his eyes

flicker, fade

bye

i have found you
in a far, vacant corner
a black picture frame
covered with lint, dust,
...regret

a faded, distant
memory tucked
lonely inside
an broken Ikea
dresser drawer

ready
for ascension to
the dark sky
to be
free among
the stars
that twinkle
bright
for us
tonight

the present

the past -
the place to never
slip into quicksand

the present, where you
are and must be

the future, a mystery
akin to world creation

don't let your anger about
what is wrong with
the world
stop you from
experiencing what is right

what is right
in front of you

right now

wealth

love and mirth
wealth of the earth

I pray at dawn
rest at dusk

a body
carved in soil
created
by sun

an imprint
placed by
hands that
belong
to the universe

delicate, tedious,
and encompassing

I am lifted

my design
becomes the air

to scheme in a swing

today my feet
move easy
in toe-less
striped
socks
that sit silly
along a rickety swing

I swing fervently
and exist
with passion

I am at ease
with my purpose
to write
this down
in one ferocious
motion

a coloring page

this life is color

it blesses us
as the sun rises
to bring tulip
reds and songs
of blue
burnt orange
sands
mountains topped
with winter white,
spring green

as new as the day

this life is new
with each breath

and the slower
I exist
the more intense
the color becomes

My heart rests
upon the twine hammock
that  sways
with the dallying
colorless wind

life is not color

Affirmation #4

I accept with grace
the sun, rain,
light, dark
all directions

I see signs that the
angels send

I wear a smile
and travel along
a daisy-lined path
holding a small, smooth
silver pebble -
a sentiment of home

I travel
I am tranquil
I arrive

I am tranquil

my brunette friend

icicles form at the tips
of my brown split ends
i wonder does the world
go on forever?

I gaze with hope
to see a driver-
any ride
to any place
in my boot leg
frayed gray
corduroys

my sandy hair is tousled
with sea water and sun
i hope my world
is always this way

I rest easily
on my ocean raft
happy to stay
afloat
in my new
Lycra, yellow
bikini

Stanley

Stanley

his sleep
is quiet
it is a light rain
that lands
on a cushion
of grass
barely audible

peaceful
it is friends
holding hands
by the pond
after a long day
of play

tranquil and
blessed,
angels speak
to him
while I, in
awe,
listen
and watch
but cannot hear

Affirmation # 3

I celebrate
deep breaths
of calm
the still wind
that barely drifts by
after the storm

the clean,
rain-soaked air
cleansed by
clouds

a drop of water

inhale

I sustain
myself

Affirmation # 2

I stand still
to watch the
wind blow
wishes to the sky

Still, I breathe
Still, I believe

My soul
receives truth,
beauty, harmony

The sky grants
the wishes
of the wind

I catch a star
I hold it tight

I set it free
the world is right
 

again

i splash in a puddle
my feet,
protected by
rubber flower
rain boots,
are excited
for this walk
along
a puddle-lined
pebble-strewn
path
i sometimes
call
a road

it bends
but does not end
because I turn around
and go again

affirmation 1

today is the day
i am free

the day i feel
just like me

free

to pray
to dance
to play

today
is the day
i hold life dear

today
i love
all that is here

Yellow

the sunlight shines
on this quiet hour
of morning

a bird
sings to a daffodil
that grows in a glass planter
once used
for iced lemonade

a small kid
has a sour
face as he
sucks a lemon

the sun sets
only a pale
yellow remains

the sun-faded
dahlia tapestry
is trussed closed
for the evening

Oscar owl

Oscar owl
only weeps
at midnight
at the top
of a tree
that leans

he shims across
a burnt sienna branch as
fragile as his heart,
broken by
his bitter mate

she moved
to a cold, remote
forest in the north

he weeps
at midnight
in hopes that
his tears
will melt
the ice that
has forged
a great
and growing distance
between
his southern branch
and her northern forest

burning a bridge

in order to build
a bridge
sometimes you
burn it first

to sink
and crush
what lies beneath

to make room
for the rainbow
that is about
to emerge
from behind
the flames

Alive

I drive
I thrive
I am alive

I drive
to the other side

I am alive
the grass is green

I am on the way
I arrive

my destination
imagination
a real vacation
from the mundane
the plain
the falling rain

I am here
to begin
again

to begin the summer

from the swing
this view is luscious

i can taste the wild berries
that I am about to pick
1 by 1 and 1 more

underneath my feet
there is dirt and grass
that will stick
to my creamy toes
that long for
the callous
of the barefoot life,
the sun-drenched
grass beneath them

this summer day
is only beginning

and to begin
with a swing
is splendid

for fun

i love to hear the wind wish
for rain to accompany it
through the dark and deep azure sky
on the way to dawn
when the day begins anew
and I become the star
that waits for midnight

the anonymous writer

I'd like to be anonymous,
blend with the frayed fabric
of a plaid sunken couch -
so most can't see me

hold a journal, ragged
with overuse, piled with untethered thoughts
and a few drops of fresh coffee -

no one notices as I settle
into a worn wooden-armed sofa
in far the corner of an empty cafe
where only locals stop
locals and me

I am not a local
I have been driven here
by taxi
to travel invisibly through
this anonymous day

I will write
with no one watching

saved by summer

a new dawn arrives
at the start of summer

it is sultry and pale,

I am invited to jump in it
as if it is a tremendous
raft afloat in a still river

and then I do
the eight-week adventure
begins and ends
like a thick, dense storm

suddenly, with fervor
I will start a new year

but for now
I will sink into the pale, sultry,
summer water with a seldom
found grace that saves me

My dad

you know that dad
with careful, quick moving eyes
close at all times

the one that makes sure
the house is safe
everything is fixed
every holiday is
a smile-filled
momentous occasion

the one that was there
when you graduated
high school, college,
college again...

that is the greatest
grandpa you know
building forts
and explaining
why everything is
what it is

the one that has
always been there
and always will be

the one that is loved
and admired

that's my dad
maybe yours too?

internet

when there are 6 tabs open
my mind blinks faster than my eyes
nothing gets created
except a distraction
as great as a polar bear
wearing a Hawaiian shirt
on vacation with his family
in Bermuda

pink is not the new black

nor is orange

everything is what it actually is
unless you change its name
and then it isn't

Is Emily the new Beth?
Patrick the new Will?

old things become new
names change
but lets keep our colors the same
and celebrate them all

in an instant

I caught a glimpse of you,
of myself
back in the time when it was simple
to be in love
hold hands
and forget the next day

visit each second
with reverie
for a moment
of  ephemeral bliss

the closer to still
our pace became
the more the world
vanished to reveal
our permanence

dream vacation

further the rotunda spills
out into the vast sunlight
that fills the tiled Venetian floor
and I, barefoot
feel the cold rush
into my heels and up through
the bottom of my feet

I breathe out cool air
and in - the warm sun
of Italy, of a sight only
visitors see with fresh eyes

I wake up in New Jersey
unaware that I have not
actually time-traveled
until I hear the familiar
alarm sound of another
day that is ready for me
to begin it

move left and write

i want to be famous for
what I write

so please help

read my words,
careful and slow,

take a stroll among
the world of my words

a wistful visit
to a world beyond
the confines of yours

I, too, meander through
the minds of others
allow them to hold
me in their moving hands
and drag me, zig-zagging
until I can go left
and right no more

i pray to nature

wistful
willow tree
beneath
its roots
the earth I pray to
the force
that emerges
the wildflower
to blossom
out of the dark,
murky soil

to paint
our souls
with color
to make us,
to make the earth
happy,
beautiful
full

then and now

a time ago
i stared,  listless
with nothing in mind
a path untraveled
a person unraveled
a string tossed recklessly
around by a kitten
rough, frayed,
a typical mess

presently
i sit awake
murmurs occupy my mind
of things undone
racing with purpose
like a cat
towards her milk dish
smooth, determined
a silk dress

an ode to summer

walk lightly and
gentle upon the beach
with grace and gratitude

bless my feet
and yours
as we step with grace
upon the mighty
sand below us
one foot in front
of the other
stepping towards
our next dream

because we have
a purpose
and are human
and our dreams
our real

the image
of  a seashell
that has washed upon
the shore
and twinkles
under the day's
dry and warm sun
loved once by no one

and then chosen
by a small person
so that she, too
can listen to the sea

a poem inspired by "My Modern Metropolis" by Antonio Mora

A voice speaks to the air
bleeps, sentences - a secret mission
smoke soaked sky
sky-writing hidden from the world
a message gasps in Morse Code

this mission has taken me
far from home,
from our infinite earth
I have fallen off
and found the shore

Silence spills onto the earth
written words  for all to see
the blue, clear sky calls me
to read the message 
carved in the warm sand

we have stopped 
returned to start
to the familiar land
welcome home
is written in the sand

another poem about time

staring at the clock

where did it go?

time runs eternal
a bog in my mind
that sinks
and drips
onto the floor
like continual
pieces of minutes
that slip
without warning

away
another day gone
off the hit chart
like a #1 song

except, I
I am not a rock star


I am a mom
tethered to time
taken by it

lunch

at noon
i remembered my keys
dropped in the sauce

and my phone
was left alone
near the floor
by the white
refrigerator

where my lunch lived

so i walked
and did not talk

and ate lunch
on the bench
in silence

without electricity
or the internet
waving through my mind

this type of peace,
so hard to find

my desire

on a dark and drastic day
my desire filled the cup
that rested on the worn cupboard
like a rag tossed upon a counter
waiting for someone to pass by
find a use for it

cracked, but still usable
with a faded design
its chipped edges leaked
flakes of blue and yellow

quickly i grabbed it and
ran off
filled it with the hot, rich,
elegant coffee

and drank away my desire

disaster

rose petals blowing
in a hurricane cover
the foul smell of fear

we sing

the moon casts a shadow
on the forgotten rocky
coast that lives in the
memory of your skin
of tonight
of yesterday

of the sweet smell of a
dandelion that blows
slow and silly into
the summer's neverending wind
and I sing

we sing

the sun rises
and shines its
light
on the newly seeded ground

on our soil

where we have,
together,
placed and watered
the roots of
our tomorrow

what?

the first letter of

the word

is a consonant

i can't guess

or remember

but it is somehere

in the brain of

my tongue

and when i

think of it

i will call

angel in a meadow

i dance contentendly

among the blue wildflowers

with a single daisy 

in my elastic

i hope for love

on this day

full of sweat,

sand, and gravel

i have had

enough promises

this year

Her

The graceful wind

Swings with her skirt

And she floats slightly above

The soft ground

That her feet only touch

Sometimes

Like when the sun

Lands heavy 

On her back

And she stops

To drink it in

the nothing that changes

there is a glass of water
next to me
on the nightstand

i sip it, weary
and I awake
with a slow sound
of discontent

i awake in a house
under  a blanket
with a glass of water
beside me

a new awakening
reminds me

that somewhere
a child wakes up
in a field
or a tent
or a box
with or withot
socks
or a blanket
or a nightstand
or any
water at all

i am awake
i want to do something
i don't

i awake again
the next morning
sip my water
and again
the haze
of sleepy discontent
washes over me

dancing with daisies

i dream you dancing
in a daisy patch
darling and small
and standing tall
with a smile
from ear to ear

the curve of  a sun ray
shines upon the corners
of your cheeks
as you giggle
and I am in awe
of your joy

in awe of your
creation

in awe of your
every amazement

my child

where can i find my soul

wandering about
with short bangs
and a red skirt
polka - dots, bow
and head band

I am grand
and I wear my soul
proud
like a toga
proud
like a crown
proud
like a trophy
on the mantel

i wear my soul
where is my soul
underneath
these labels
and clothes
and processed foods
and 9 - 5
and body
over-caffeinated

where can i find
a new soul
to wear?

to see

the blind man
walks blindly
sees clearly
the space around him
filled with uncertainty
and blame
guilt and the fullness
of the lame

he bumps steadily
into the door jam
blinks his dry and
vision-less eye
in hopes to see
the meaning
in what we are
all thinking

he remains calm
and quiet in the
presence of the flame

he will see to it
that he doesn't play
our game

the cubicle workman

the corporatization
of this great nation
has led to our demise
electric skies
radon's on the rise
everyone's chasing
an elusive prize

eyes aglow
and open wide
tuned in
to his favorite station
can't afford
a real vacation
he stares at a screen
his mind goes blank
his house, stale
gray, dank
from the sweat
of too much food
life is good
but not for him

he's given in

among us

among us

there are words
that fear being spoken
and life that lives on
despite the silence

the birth of new ground
untrodden, fresh, and
seeded, awaits the light


the death of
burgundy, yellow,
orange  leaves
buried together
in a thin paper
bag to be brought to
the nearest curb

among us

so many "i love you's"
that are lies

and so many more
that are left unsaid

the dancer

freely she danced
tie-dye
and a ribbon
attached to her hand
its purpose
only
to wave
in the wind
with salt air
and blown kisses

a hurried life

eyes shrouded
with two lids of lead
and a cloud that droops
densely upon her
heavy head

even when days
are bright
she can't see
past the blurred light
of the pervasive haze
of life's frenzied daze

right foot moves too fast
to keep up with the left

she can't
see her toes
as she goes
where she'll end up
know one knows

back in the day

his talent
receded
his hair
took a turn
his guitar hit the shelf
he no longer can burn
the roof of the house
the mic on the stage
no longer the rage

he burns his toast
when he sees the ghost
of the teenage boy
with a used guitar
rocking out
at the local bar

the suitor

their first dance
was the last
time she twirled
her floral skirt
above her knees

the last time her lips
touched another pair

the first time
she wanted to
hold close the scent
of lavender, musk
and the loose cigar
that lined his pocket

the first time she ever knew love
or the reason it felt perfect
to have a hand guide the small
of her back along to the
rhythm the live piano
filling the great ceramic-
tiled hall 

their first dance
was the last time
she danced
at a ball

and the last time
she looked for
another man at all

the other half

fractured, fragile, borrowed and frail
I wait to exhale
cool air that blows long
and lands upon the nearest
soul

it attempts
to fill this hole
warm with steam
and rising heat
I am complete

and I retreat
into its grace

i feel your hand
gently land
upon my face
and wipe the
tear
from my cheek
i pray your soul
is mine to keep

picture perfect

we're all watching
life's  a show
more things to see
than we need to know

did you smile because you had to
or because something made you feel
your expression is alive
only if you're real

we follow you around
everywhere you go
another update post
another happy photo

your face on a stick
smooth and thin
and make-up thick
everyone loves you
you're sure to win
this game of life

we're all in

A lot and a little

I have written a lot 

About rainbows

And once about

A turtle i knew

A lot about love

Lost and found

A little about the lost sea

I wonder a lot about love

And how we really find

Lost things

And what to do about things

Lost forever 

I do a lot of reading 

And sometimes

I write

The endless day

Get me through

The lost night

And when my 

Heart breaks

I hold on tight

To the turtle

And the rainbow

And your 

Hand in the night

beautiful you

underneath a willow tree
a caterpillar
spoke to me
about unicorns
and flying fish
and the cow and the moon
on a painted dish

we sang a tune
and looked at the moon

found a mound
or dirt on the ground
and built a castle
without a hassle

he looked at me
and asked what do you see? 
My answer was
beauty

What is beautiful?

you, the ground, the castle,
the cow and the moon,
unicorns, dirt, flying fish,
a painted dish...

Missing

time and time again
she meets him

on top of a fire
that burns
a raging red

inside a sealed jar
gasping for air

at the edge of her seat,
ready to fall

suspended in the stars,

nowhere to land

she reaches out
but cannot stand

she reaches out
to meet him
one more time

again

i saw you

I saw you walking
in my withered brown shoes
singing songs of old chevys
and the walking blues

you once told me a tale
as tall and wide
as the deep blue sea

the depth of your eyes
invaded me

huddled and quiet
I listened close

in my withered brown shoes
singing the blues

The wait

Oh to wait

A thorn 

feet that dangle 

Mid-air

Ne'er to reach

The land

From whence

Came morning

Light

We should

Not know

Only 

That it came

summer

tonight i taste
strawberry taffy
in the air
as the sea
washes its breeze
over the splintered
boardwalk's end

your hand stays
stuck to mine
until we start
to shiver
under the sand
and stars

and you carry
me home

stock characters

the moon awoke me
in search of you
its light, bright
dazzling
it surprised me

it did not find you
but I lied awake
and startled
in hope
that it would

and at that second,
the stars
would align
perfectly
and we would
have
love, cliche
like Romeo and Juliet
without the suicide

presence

like a wish
you have gently
landed
and surprised me
when you came true

the air i breathe
is new now - like
your breath
and the voice
of the raindrop
as it slowly
slips down

it is quiet
and beautiful here
where you are

a silent room
is your name in the sky
as it floats above
and i watch

regret

the sea rolls backwards
into its blue self

regretting each last wave
that wasn't wet enough
or large enough
or wild enough
for the sand

time will not
allow its tides to stop

only the sky's master
knows

how to stop
a haunting hour

warmth

winter colors us in white
and frosty blue frozen
raindrops
that trap the human
near fire
in between four
heated walls

workers complain
of an oil bill that costs
more than rent

while the homeless man
searches all night
for shelter

while the greedy man
lies alone, cold

we all want one
more blanket

overnight

we dance
slow
to the rhythm
of our heartbeats

in a room
made of tapestries
softened by the
warmth of the wine
that quiets
the fear
of being close

soon our clothes
leave us
naked to each
other's whims

a shadow of paisley
flower on your cheek
tells me
it is morning

song and dance

i twirl in circles
to awaken the small girl
that giggles at bubbles -
and hops along
with all green frogs

and decorates
everything
with sparkles

she lives within me
and I play and smile
so that i too can be
three

and we have a dance
party
and a birthday
party

we have a song
and  a dance
for all of our
accomplishments

sky

i am awake

my breath
warms the cool
blustery air
around me
into a cotton fog

i inhale the life
that is the sky
and step with intention
upon the earth

the ground greets
my feet with its
soft, welcoming mat
of dirt
and daffodils

chirps are bright
above me
and remind me
that soon
i will step barefoot
in a sundress

and laugh

a walk in the sun

daybreak brings
bright sunshine
builds bridges
through trenches

and deep, dense mud

there's nothing
a new day can't fix

there's no chance
left untaken
for the brave
and the loved

travel forth -
forge friendships
walk lightly along
the path ahead

remember flowers
are at your sides
and the sun
has your back

there's nothing
a new day can't fix

street girl

tattered and topless
she stands upright and steady
while her grey eyes fall

nothing to hear, nothing here

a blank slate
fills the opened mind
wide and empty

a slow thought
is a caterpillar
that creeps from
one ear through
and out the other
a wormy cliche
or forgetfulness

it wiggles
and moves
and is gone
before its arrival

the great
epiphany
a bird without
a landing

Stanley James

he lies quiet
with quick and raspy breaths

the other son swiftly notices
a diminishing belly
and asks

Is that Stanley James?
He's not in your belly?
he's over there?

loud and surprised
he repeats his questions
turns from belly
to cradle, lost in wonder

as ami

his  mind
awakened, a new
reality fills his
brain

and mine

he lives here?
is that my brother?
he's part of our family?

Yes

in the cold

the damp stain
of cold, frigid breath
drained from
the partially living
beast
you know the one
with one fang
ready to claw deeply
into
your flesh
and tear away
the sweetest meat

no leftovers

nothing to hold onto

and the arctic
air shatters
its recipient

its vice
and whole purpose
to diminish
a life

a breath of stillness

the lowered shade
provides ephemeral relief
from daylight
and the reality
of the race
that runs alongside you

and you,
you stop
and you blink
and hide and sink
and the people
continue to run
and text and tweet
and think

your mind
is on the brink
you want to keep up
feel like less
when you stop

know
beauty rests
in that moment
when silence
and stillness both
overwhelm you
with belief
in the eternal connection
between man
and a single breath

my sons

not much time left
for time to pass
or night left
for time to sleep

I rest atop small
eggshells that crackle
each time I tip-toe,

I pray in silence
that I might lay my
head down
another minute

most of all, I pray
for my small children
to smile, living
in their world of joys

thank goodness
for little boys

just you

the limb's brush wisps by
on a strange, windy, day
it tears apart
and snaps your way

landing on your arm,
aloof and cool
she whisks it away,
she, the wise ghoul
that survived last year's
hour of the passing
of more time

more time apart
and now together
you and she
the devil, the ghoul
forget the season,
no need for time
or more

of anything

new baby

a fantastic feeling
envelops my whole soul

like love but bigger
and greater
and more impossibly tremendous
than the largest galaxy

it has grown so much
and moves and grows
and i wonder what
it thinks and knows

it's inside
and it will hide
for two more weeks
until it seeks

out its space
its new room
its own place
to grow

to bloom

Moodiness

watching you and
only seeing
feelings fade
into the glum
and gloom of
winter's blue, blue
cold snowfall
like your fallen face

drooping down
like a snowflakes
in an unrecognizable shape

not beautiful
or original

falling, falling
frightful, falling

your transient smile,
fleets away, flippant,
with its tedious corners
turned up with
a severe purpose
that cannot hold

lost grace

lost grace abounds
many roam the streets
in pajamas
mouths open
cell phones on speaker
in front of their
wide-eyed
staring faces
blindly bumping
each other
no apologies
confused and dizzy
stares
into nowhere

the slowest days

i wish for spring's graces
a light, small-sized
sundress
a crisp glass of white wine
with a hint of grapefruit

an outdoors lunch of sushi
and seaweed under the
sun-drenched blue sky

sandals and painted toes

a vigorous run through
spring's slightly shaded sun

three more weeks
filled with a longing to see
this beautiful being
growing in me

oh, winter

the dissonance of the broken melody
surrounds the wilted flower
drained  by winter's frost - amidst
the cold, quiet melancholy
that speaks to no one