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...